ES - Crying

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