At the family reunion.
I've cut my hair to look just so,
Not sure why it matters.
No drunk uncles passed out in corners
Here everyone stands up straight, side by side
Quick now, form a line
We're all sure it matters.
There's someone I'm trying to remember
Something I was supposed to bring.
When you ask me how things are going
Aren't I impressive when I nod my head, smile that smile with my eyes on the ground.
I'm twisted into this easy shape
Standing straight up, rotting in line
Trying to shake what matters
Before it eats me from inside
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