Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb - Chloe Moriondo
All of the time I'm thinkin' 'bout things too much
And then I end up outta touch and feel a lot less real than before
I speak a lot of words, but tend to say a lot less
I'm just a f_ckin' mess, and I will shut my bedroom door
And as I iron out my brain
To speak to ice cream stains
I'll stare at the ceiling stars
And ponder why life's so hard
Locking the door
I will talk to my floor, and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo
That I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell if I know
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb
Most of the time I'm scoopin' mud and digging graves
In these saltwater caves and overgrown hospitals, the like
I'll stop along the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about how I hate this body
And they'll say, oh, they'll say
We would like
To help you but it
Seems you're livin' in dreams
Come back to reality
I'll cry, "Wait!"
And I will wake up late, again
And in the morning, once more
I will speak to the floor, and I'll say
Oh, my friend
I'm not sure what to do
To get out of this goo
That I absorb
How to stop myself?
Hell if I know
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb
As above, so below
I'm my own damn spirit orb
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