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She said "boy, you need a shrink To keep things a size that you can manage" And I tend to think I prefer when sighs can do their damage Tangled in the tall fields Or bed sheets in a high pile She calls me "Holden Caulfield" I catch her in a wry smile And stutter back a denial: Sad boy shit is not my style! Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up With the typical tempests in tea cups? At the risk of sounding like a punk I have long since lost all interest in that stuff I'm not waging war On the self-absorbed I'm just aiming for Something so much more She said "boy, you need a drink To wash out the tastes that you can't swallow" But I spill this ink Cuz that's not a lead that I can follow But it's not among my talents To take it all in without blinking I'm just trying to find a balance Between over and under thinking And if knowing what the difference is Could calm my inner wilderness Good riddance Which isn't to say I wouldn't miss it Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up With the typical tempests in tea cups? At the risk of sounding like a punk I have long since lost all interest in that stuff I'm not waging war On the self-absorbed I'm just aiming for Something so much more Something so much more But it's not among my talents To take it all in without blinking I'm just trying to find a balance Between over and under thinking And if knowing what the difference is Could calm my inner wilderness Good riddance Which isn't to say I wouldn't miss it