OptiMYSTIC Lyrics by Abbie Callahan
I’ve been known to be a little easy on a Saturday
Known to smoke a cigarette then throw up in an alleyway
Checked off greed and lust in a church pew
Had confession in the Red Door bathroom
Who can really say where you can find God anyway
Anyway
Everybody’s fighting everywhere I look
Every side swears they’re reading the right book
Jury’s still out on my eternity
But I ain’t too worried
I’m opti-mystic
Glass half full type shit
Tarot and weed, stars and the cardinals find me
Touching the trees, yeah my religion’s riding
With my windows down, Dolly up, trailer park witch
I’m a beer-drinking midwest ethereal bitch
Maybe heaven’s not realistic
But I’m opti-mystic
If you need advice I’m a minister in a miniskirt
Following the golden rule until I slip and flip the bird
Me and my Catholic guilt on good terms
Light my sage and wait for my turn
I reject the notion God lets anybody burn
Eternally
I’m opti-mystic
Glass half full type shit
Tarot and weed, stars and the cardinals find me
Touching the trees, yeah my religion’s riding
With my windows down, Dolly up, trailer park witch
I’m a beer-drinking midwest ethereal bitch
Maybe heaven’s not realistic
But I’m opti-mystic
Nirvana’s here in the moment
Good music and getting stoned with
The best kinda people with dirtiest mouths
But if we end up in hell, hell I’ll still sing it loud I’m
Opti-mystic
Glass half full type shit
Tarot and weed, stars and the cardinals find me
Touching the trees, yeah my religion’s riding
With my windows down, Dolly up, trailer park witch
I’m a beer-drinking midwest ethereal bitch
Maybe heaven’s not realistic
But I’m opti-mystic