oceania eaton

Not sure where I am But look at you, crazy moon, With you I’m not lost

I sit here jammin I don’t know who’s couch this is The dude on my left Has eyeballs tattooed all black At least they play good music

  i know an old lady who sits on a hill she wanna get wavy so she take a pill this world is so crazy but she’s rockin still now her minds hazy dancing at her own will and at older than eighty the old lady fell down the hill

  bliss dissolves into the feeling of spring in the air weightless and floating free of despair going , not knowing everything’s fair no one’s unhappy there’s glitter in the air