Streetlights melting in the puddles like tangerine dreams
I got glitter on my sneakers from the carnival scene
There’s a dragon at the bus stop eating cinnamon stars
And the radio keeps laughing in a language made of sparks
There’s a girl inside my headphones singing moonbeam lullabies
While the city folds itself into kaleidoscope skies
Everybody’s sleeping but my brain won’t dim its lights
So I skateboard through the static of another neon night
Ooohhh…
My thoughts glow in the dark sometimes
Like fireflies trapped inside power lines
And maybe all the strange kids know
The world gets softer after midnight shows
Rainbow static at 2AM
Floating through the smoke again
Every lonely heartbeat turns electric blue
When the night remembers you
And I…
Still hear symphonies in parking lots
Still build galaxies from all my thoughts
Everybody says I’m hard to read
But the moon translates the weird in me
Met a scarecrow drinking peach soda underneath the bridge
Said, “kid, your mind’s a planet most folks never visit”
So we counted satellites reflected in the creek
While the sky kept spilling purple all across the street
There’s a laundromat cathedral glowing holy fluorescent white
With exhausted halo angels folding shirts at night
And somewhere in the distance all the train tracks softly hum
Like the universe is trying to tell me:
“you belong to someone…”
Maybe I was built from leftover stars
Half arcade machine, half broken heart
Maybe all the sadness in me sings
Cause empty rooms have excellent acoustics
Rainbow static at 2AM
Laughing with the ghosts again
Every strange thought spinning in my chest
Finally feels beautiful instead
And I…
Still catch fireflies in mason jars
Still make wishes on police car stars
Everybody here’s a little lost
But maybe being lost ain’t lost at all
Almost re-posted every line. Great job. A pleasure to read.