Eccentricechoes - Sunshine

Hoes can't stand my whimsy

I want to thrift a beat up old wooden chest of drawers and repaint it with suns, moons, and stars

What a beautiful day to die

I think there's something wrong with me, and I don't know what it is

I feel like a shaken can of soda, about to erupt with fizz

So I just keep myself busy, hoping that will do the trick

And then I retreat into my spiral mind, until the spinning makes me sick

Everything increases the pressure. Now I'm about to flip my lid

Yet there's no where to relax when the thoughts bubble back to everything I did

I slept 10+ hours last night, woke up after 12:00 PM, didn't get out of bed until 3:00 PM, and I already want to go back to sleep

I've noticed this shift lately and I hate it! I plan to counteract this by wearing the most whimsical little outfits I can come up with

pretentious moment incoming but why is everyone's idea of fashion so fucking boring these days. why the fuck did my manager just ask me "what's with the scarf". "what's with the scarf" fuck man do I need a reason to wear a faggy little scarf now? you could just say "nice scarf man". what's with your attitude

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

I hate how it feels in my flesh. It's as if I'm trapped in a shell

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

Oh God, oh God, why did you leave me in this hell?

I need an escape, need be, I'll break through the gate

Let me out, Let me out, Let me out, Let me out,

Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.

the way i NEED a house with this aesthetic

The Witch Museum, Salem MA