ImOhSoObvious
Bluelighter
I mistook a potion as emotion,
And swam into a singing seacave.
Burst into cloudy constellations,
And above my head, I heard me,
She said, "oh god, that bed."
I spun into a web like yr fancy pants, Fashion squad, forties dance.
Ginger Rodgers in year ten.
Found the roots to the microtree,
And it all made sense then.
And the scar, just as the hotel,
It knew where I had been,
Where I was, and sent me the mail.
It read, "honey, honey,
And pistacio nuts, hey there, I'm home."
I'll never forget those words,
When Im in the seacave all alone.
And swam into a singing seacave.
Burst into cloudy constellations,
And above my head, I heard me,
She said, "oh god, that bed."
I spun into a web like yr fancy pants, Fashion squad, forties dance.
Ginger Rodgers in year ten.
Found the roots to the microtree,
And it all made sense then.
And the scar, just as the hotel,
It knew where I had been,
Where I was, and sent me the mail.
It read, "honey, honey,
And pistacio nuts, hey there, I'm home."
I'll never forget those words,
When Im in the seacave all alone.
