they are called brain waves because my thoughts are made of oceans and my mind is crashing in on itself
i'm a flower planted into the soil of a sad earth, who prays to be in the night sky but i'm rooted too deep to the ground
now i'm the moon and i'm lighting your face, as you kiss her under a tree
the leaves fall for you, a season named after the very action

now i'm presenting the carnival in my bloodstream
here are my carousels
"what are you doing?" he asks
"i am spinning until time rewinds and brings you back to me" i reply
"i am so **** dizzy i could die"
life wouldn't grace me with such a luxury
i'll keep spinning til my thoughts aren't even able to form

i am stars, you are stars, we are destined to be
it's written in the stars

but i will never form a constellation

i swear i hear him whispering against my hips when i am laying upside down and i don't know which makes me dizzier