Subtle ear drum wiggles
Dizzy spells spinning me around while sitting down
I cannot quit laughing
Everything is breathing with caterpillar like intensity
My eyes are having a hard time deciphering what it is that they see
Back and forth soft breeze swaying heartbeat trees
Flowers growing in intensity
Their colors and size soon blind, blocking out the sun
I cannot quit laughing
My world becomes a violet hued blown glass fun house
Staring at the ceiling ripple and buck
Womp** Womp**** Womp**
Charlie Brown grown up scribble words
I cannot hear a **** thing you just said
Water slides down a numb throat
All of my parched cells soaking it up
Drowning the light feeling of flying that just possessed me
On it flows, down through every pipe
I cannot quit laughing
Down until my basement starts to flood
Ruining my only good pair of shoes
Postcard sent from the other side of everywhere
Coming back, falling hard
What a wild ride
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
Subtle ear drum wiggles
Dizzy spells spinning me around while sitting down
I cannot quit laughing
Everything is breathing with caterpillar like intensity
My eyes are having a hard time deciphering what it is that they see
Back and forth soft breeze swaying heartbeat trees
Flowers growing in intensity
Their colors and size soon blind, blocking out the sun
I cannot quit laughing
My world becomes a violet hued blown glass fun house
Staring at the ceiling ripple and buck
Womp** Womp**** Womp**
Charlie Brown grown up scribble words
I cannot hear a **** thing you just said
Water slides down a numb throat
All of my parched cells soaking it up
Drowning the light feeling of flying that just possessed me
On it flows, down through every pipe
I cannot quit laughing
Down until my basement starts to flood
Ruining my only good pair of shoes
Postcard sent from the other side of everywhere
Coming back, falling hard
What a wild ride
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