Crying Es
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
