A summer symphony ((of chaos))

These every night
broken lullabies;
sleep with sweet disasters
behind tearful eyes.

The stars look on,
pretty stalkers in the sky.
I'm sure this air is cold,
but to notice I'm too high.

Twirl around,
once, twice and again.
Sleep on the grassy midnight ocean
underneath the rain.

These stars, they fade,
they're reflecting a made up me.
I'm just trying to go home,
wherever home may be.

Too many words,
reality explodes.
Colliding sounds,
and the sweetest music's notes.