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
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