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How does the world percieve me? Percieving myself All I care to do is sip on beer and chocolate milk I'm frightened more than usual lately I do not translate into One of the boys Lotus flower or chinita I'm just ES I would rather nap than wonder restlessly Will you ever be impressed by me? Mom doesn't think I fit into the darling archetype But that's an ancient pair of jeans My thighs are Crafted holy Rolling thunder Forget the numbers Forget the numbers please Every god damn family reunion Someone's got something to say "How did ya become this way?" As if I've made a mistake Meanwhile they slaughter the cake