night creature

Verse 1: Yo, this massive city? It’s buzzing, like bees in a box, bold and loud. And you? You've flown the coop, dude. Disappeared like socks in a dryer. Kicking back in the corners while I’m stirring the pot, Bulldozing through this zoo— While you, you’re just floating, slick as an ice cube on a summer sidewalk in the night’s whispers. Chorus: Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines. I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting. Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky, But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys. Verse 2: Every street’s leaking stories, right? Shadows playing chess with the light. Me? I’m wandering blindfolded, you—chasing shadows on a cloudy night. Straining to peer through the fog of neon, under the night’s sleepy eyes, Ruler of the shadows, but hey, could I camp in your sunlit morning field? Chorus: Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines. I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting. Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky, But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys. Verse 3: Just me, a stray dog, paddling upstream, While you, you glow, clean and high, like a kite stuck in a tree. In my land of shadows, I’m waiting for the coffee to brew, Stuck in a handshake with destiny—think you could hopscotch this shadowed road with me? Bridge: Your quiet pond and my loud blender, Smashing together—could we bake a cake together? In this circus of lights, I’m searching for my lost shoe, Could you jump into my puddle, tune into my static channel? Chorus: Here I am, just a night owl, eyes blinking like broken traffic lights, dreams tangled like old fishing lines. I’m slicing through these paper streets, heart thumping like a broken drum, never resting. Gobbling up the darkness, yeah, I’m trying to punch the sky, But your heart, it’s like a clean plate in a dusty cupboard—not like my crumpled napkin alleys. Outro: King of the night, wandering, hunting for a painted sunset, Out here in the endless maze, chasing echoes of a lost song. At the crossroads, where dreams spill over into muddy waters, In your orchestra of whispers, is there a seat for me?