How does the world perceive me, perceiving 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'd probably 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 And my thighs are crafted Holy Rolling thunder Forget the numbers, forget the numbers please Every goddamn family reunion Someone's got something to say How did you become this way? As if I've made a mistake Meanwhile, they've slaughtered the cake