Slumber Party Seance

The sun was blinding but not as much as your rounded oceans Sparkling like a firecracker Like the first tinges of a lighter Hold it up to me and see my eyebrows twitch As the footsteps hitch And I raised a glass to the great unknowns But I didn’t mean this And your alcoholic whispers Turned into sudden slurs And the slurs turned into words Spoken in tongues A slumber party seance But the thrills were getting old Are we contacting the upper world Or contacting your soul? Cause there’s nothing even there anymore I tried to find you in a vat of nothingness Were we contacting the upper world Or contacting your soul? Cause there’s nothing even there anymore