Wasted Around a Bit

I have pretty much successfully disappeared
Sitting here, stuffing my face with Rocky Mountain Oysters
Watching a guy in a bunny suit playing a green drum set
Somehow I’ve got all the magic wrong,
I don’t know what my house is, the air is very changed
There’s a giant squid stuffed in to my suitcase
The air is changed, it sparkles and I just want to be a pirate
I am disappearing, watching the birds outside of me
The magic is wrong when my face is full of Rocky Mountain Oysters
What is a house anyway?
And how is this day gliding along?