Nooks Krannie - Afternoon wakies lyrics

I live in a skeleton, it is made up of ribbons & party bows/ when I feel poetic/ I call it my slugline in a fake accent/ like in movies/ for movies/ like made up conversations we have with ourselves in bed/ counting/ verging on panic attacks / because comfort of late night warmth is only 64 degrees/ of foreign head trips/ of F-height if I must/ & I always like at least 73 degrees of someone feeling me up like/ I'm a pod baby/ I wonder why I always have right sided migraines before even opening my eyes/ & why is my left leg more anti-social than my right leg?/ I feel I'm addicted to coffee & that is the only reason/ for a heartbeat to mean something quickly/ to separate my overwhelming genderness from the greenies that get roasted/ every afternoon/ because waking up at 2pm/ is enough reason to chug real coffee/ & taking phone calls/ complaining/ how hard I try to be/ all comfy/ being in one gender dresses/ hard I try/ to grow reasonable ears/ & find reasons to not make/ pockets/ holes of sizes/ of many/ in my actual skeleton/ you know/ caffeine shots & some cream be enough you'd think.