Mommy Pants - No More Pretentious Bars

Do I choose to be this way
Do I let it choose me
Sitting here eating Takis
My hair eating the breeze
Like insects in sects
We come from dirt and trees

Work and or sit here
With or without technology
Buy the newest gadget
Or something from the heart please
Now looking out at a deer
Craving some good 'ol jerky

Feeling kind of awkward
Later pretty good
Looking like I've got it
Then misunderstood

Written by:
Brandon Harig

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