I finished another story again

I finished another story again And now it’s silent, 2 AM Underneath and all around the house is prone to bump and creek It’s amazing how five people sound when they’re all fast asleep How is it so, that I can go, and be among a crowd of friends And get home late, unable to concentrate, and be lonelier in the end At the fair the county’s buzzing People fly and lights are left fuzzing In and out of my train of thoughts, it’s hard to pay attention It’s amazing how the details clot, waiting for retention Why do I try, to find the guys, who haunt the air around my screen When in my mind, I’m left behind, and scream to myself, “you’re seventeen!”