Folk punk songs are my new forte, or so i think

Jogging down the city,
breathing in the smog,
seeing all the people,
living happily with their jobs.
Some say to just live simply,
philosophy is a fraud,
lying to the people,
where it gets the money from.

If you're working freelance,
you 're your own boss,
but would that mean self hate,
since we all hate our jobs.
Society is failing,
with poverty by its side,
would it be much better,
if we all fucking died.

It's not about the money,
it's all about the art.
But if I had no money,
then I wouldn't sing this song.

Dive over/ Fly under

Could it be that it's done?
Life goes on and so must we.
Speak your mind,
just don't hold back,
when night comes,
let's just pray to see the day.

Most my life,
I'm just biding time,
and here I am,
doing fine.

Should we trust the paper masks?
The birds all flew away,
and so did I.
Half-hearted disguises lay lies,
tearful eyes,
wash our lives.

Most the time,
I'm wasting my life,
following the words of
"How I died" by "The Living Man"

Give an arm and leg,
try to stay sane.
I am fine,
wasted away.

My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever

Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.

Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.

Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.

Hearing nothingness,
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that you always talk about.

So do you exist if I can't hear you,
or is your existence dependent on your lovely silent song.

Teriyaki chicken made by the Teriyaki Boyz from the comfort of their 1980s Volkswagen

Please forgive, I got no desire,
I was warm but you put out the fire.
So don't hold back my tears.

Now you just try to avoid looking me in the face,
not even our thoughts can see eye to eye.
Please let's forget the lies we told ourselves.

I used to dream bout your golden hair,
than November came and we're not the same, anymore,
but I guess we're happy.

Put on your shoes,
let's go for a stroll downtown.
So look out for the monsters,
hiding in corners, living in alleys,
hunting down our dreams.

Let's run in opposite directions,
so if the world is round,
we'll meet again.

And if I fall off a cliff,
no one will catch me,
but if the world's round,
we'll meet again.

And if I drown,
will there be anyone to save me.
But if the world's round,
I'll see you again.

So don't you stop,
we'll meet again.
Don't you turn,
that's not the plan,

And don't blame me,
if I don't make it.
I'm at the pub,
trying to forgive and forget.

Broken birds break free from all hurtful words

Fly over the tall trees,
reach the clouds, follow your dreams.
Clipped wings won't stop the act,
just the will is enough to keep you up.

Getting high alone is one way to lose control,
crashing down, time for recovery,
the wings won't grow back,
but there will be a way.

To be free is to live,
and to live you need to be happy,
how can one give up happiness,
just because of an obstacle.
Is it crazy to want to fly,
if it looks impossible.

Why not aim for greatness,
Like an arrow, cut through the wind,
go against the invisible odds,
and hit the mark.
So fly over little bird,
you don't need wings nor feathers,
follow your heart,
don't give in.

Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs

Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
oing downhill with the destroyed disguise.

Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.

And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face. |

So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on rum,tonic,gin and wine.

Let's hide, in hives of people in our lives.
Let's run, we can hide in the sky tonight.

Scouting scourge counting down our minutes,
downing dining dills just to end the painful hunger.
Now my, impressive impulsive impressions,
are shaping the state of my inspired mind.
These nights, haunted by hungry heathen thoughts.

Cant't wait to drink reality's deadly decorative dye.

Playing video games is my second favourite past time, the first is watching random ADs on facebook

It’s that time of the year,
time to get drunk,
and finally face my fear.

It’s been a month since I stood alone,
with a heart that was broken,
I decided to leave in hopes of a recovery.

Every road I took lead me back to you,
such a “happy” end of the summer.

I still go to the shops you liked,
just to read the names of the products you used,
none of them matter anymore.

I think you’re funny,
I like the games,
I’m like a gambler that never wins.

Ladies and gentleman we're not even in space, no need to rush in

I'm sorry that I can't bring myself to like the stories from the book you've been reading,
in all honesty all I can see are empty words that are misleading.
Late night arguments,
and even later apologies,
could this really be the pinnacle of conflicting ideologies.

Brown sugar coated lies,
wearing a sweet disguise,
frowned upon by the broken,
unspoken truths,
trapped behind those beautiful eyes.

Get the hammer,
we will mend the burned bridges,
just know that not everyone is chasing riches.
Golden doors can't open up the lonely souls,
only fools will rush in.

Giant step each day won't make me any stronger,
while needing to push the same boulder.
And a little bit of love won't take the pain away,
if everything that we called love was based on the book you've been reading.

Lost my creativity the moment I went to a hotdog eating contest

It's been a while since,
I picked up the pen,
wrote a little something,
and called it a day.

I was too busy,

feeding on lies,
those unneeded calories,
followed by cavities,
from all the sweet-talking.

Being promised the sky,
was not what I had in mind,
such farfetched ideas,
keeping me up at night.

Now I picked up jogging,
trying to outrun your words,
skillful cavalries,
hunting me down through my memories.

Started taking remedies,

swollen extremities,
trying to keep the pace,
with the help of some old melodies.

Maybe I should try harder,

so I wrote a song,
it felt so right, but the song was all wrong.

I believe it's been Two Years since we met

How many times do you have to run through my dreams,
for me to realize that's the only thing you're destined to be?

Throughout these past few months,
with you only being in my thoughts,
would it be safe to say,
that we are better off this way.

Could I finally breath in,
the fresh air with wonderful scent,
could I finally sit down,
near the tree we never kissed underneath.

Would you say that you'd leave all the memories behind,
start a new life in a community resembling a beehive,
would you start to work 7 to 3,
and never again think of me.

Can't wait for the years to pass,
maybe in due time laugh about our mess,
but I really hope that one day,
we'd meet again.
You'd be just as beautiful, if not more,
and I'd still be the same fool.

I miss you every single day,
and I know that this feeling won't go away,
I hope you never read this,
yet I want you to know that I still care.

1997 was a great year,
too bad we were not born back then,
Two Years passed,
we were in Different Cities,
if it wasn't for this damned place,
we would've never had the chance to say
"Hey, Thanks, Goodbye",
and again,
I don't want you to think,
I Don't Care,
hope you Feel Alright,
although you're probably Tired,
I really Can't Wait,
to see you smile again.

And if you do know what I meant,
if you read the hidden message,
please give them another listen.

What does the handwriting tell about the person? ( Can you know what food they like? )

I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.

After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.

Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.

Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.

Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never given my best,
hope it's not too late to try.

Rooftops and parking lots

Let's go to the 10th floor of the parking lot,
sit on the top, drink and have fun,
ramble and cheap talk should be enough,
the truth is all we got,
and I know it's not a lot,
but,
I still remember how we met, yet,
I don't remember making this alcoholic bet,
three years passed,
and all I can say is I'm glad of the time we wasted,
spending it on memories in unusual places,
not hiding our faces, honest from the start till the end.

Don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we got.

So a few hours pass,
but they went by unnoticed,
all I could think of is how to hold this blessed moment.
Now you're resting in my hands,
with a smile on my face,
you complimented my smell,
girl you made me fell,
so I just went for it and kissed you,
and time slowed down,
allowing us to sit down.
Not because you tripped, no,
we just needed time off,
to get another drink.

So don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we've got.

Now I can see your mother's calling,
probably worried cause she doesn't know who you're rolling with,
but we both didn't want this to end,
you turned off your phone,
and act like nothing happened.

Time to climb down, mix with the crowd,
be on our way home,
let me walk you back to your place,
kiss your face one last time,
and maybe hope to see you soon and call you mine.

Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint (the tiger in the zoo is fine with the life there, he's really OK, Tiger-OK I guess(at the end I was quoting the tiger))

All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.

And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.

Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.

Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at first sight, just like your hair,
mental state gripping tight, as I gasp for fresh air.

Instead of studying,
I'm thinking about this,
talking to myself, getting madly pissed,
boiling blood, just like the hot water,
tea bags replaced by rolling papers as I stutter,
calling out for help,
in this lonely hell.

Mountain thyme tea,
you're so dearly missed,
could this really be,
cause of the girl I never kissed.

These crops won't grow here without WiFi, I need YouTube how to guides / worst harvest

Coming home in a town that I don't know,
wandering through the streets near my house.
Stumble on the concrete torn by the flowers growing up,
forshadowed by the street lights.
Wasting away my days,
thinking about these things,
and I'm lost.

You're gone, and I can't find,
the right words to say,
please stay.
Sit on the balcony, thinking so endlessly,
about the sun rise.
Every new day of the week,
same things that I see,
boring chores,
I do all the time,
here I am,
stranded and stuck.

Cowboy Bebop me on the head

Got your email, found out you were pissed,
I haven't sent you my conference essay yet,
please don't lower my grade,
I need all of my points for free coffees,
at The Fountain Place.
I don't think I can take another walk alone,
to my bus-stop.

All I've written is:
"Don't you worry, my old friend,
I know you're waiting for the end,
but nothing matters when we're dead,
at least that's what Spike has said".

I think my librarian's pissed,
cause I haven't read Hegel's book,
and I've had half a year.
She said "Come on give it one more chance,
I know you don't like this dance,
but you should try it out again."

All I said is:
"Don't you worry about a thing,
Hegel is just a mindless being.
There are better things to do,
than committing suicide.
Cause nothing matters when we're dead,
at least that's what Spike has said"

Feeling like Butters after the break up (sad yet happy that it happened)

First time,
February was just fine,
although I was walking on thin lines,
never had the doubt that you weren't mine.
Then the first Saturday came,
our sanities were the ones that remain,
something so plain,
brought us joy,
one sentence only comes to mind,
nothing will ever ruin this.

Yeah, the week went by,
never believed that time can fly,
but here we are,
another Saturday,
and you are not the same.
Your confidence, gone,
smile all done,
and you just couldn't wait for us to go home.

Partially sad,
yet I'm glad that I have you, somewhat,
didn't think that I was gonna make it,
but the sixth day came for the third time,
and you told me you were fine with being just mine.
Another week filled with fun things,
dates lasting through the days,
eyes sparking up just like in the old days,
going back to our old ways,
well,
nothing can ever ruin this.

Or so I thought,
for when the next one came,
you told me this was just a game,
and that you didn't feel the way you said you did.
You wanted to go back,
just seeing what the future had prepared,
without a connection.
So there I was,
ripped pants, cold handed,
heart broken, yet not showin'.
I said fuck it,
gonna wait for the Saturday,
and end it forever.

Bloody mess I created,
gotta tell you to stop,
when I can't do that.
I still care about you,
but I gotta start taking care of myself.
Maybe one day,
nothing will be able to ruin what we were supposed to have.
Maybe one day,
nothing will be able to ruin what I'll have, alone.

Same story just a new year ( Watching Samurai Champloo for the twentieth time)

Even though almost a month has passed,
I still do the same old things,
I still go to the same places,
and I still think of the same faces.

I said I was going to change,
and that this would be a new chapter,
but ever year I feel the same way.

Tried running away,
but I realized I got no where to stay,
slowly walking back to where I came from.

All this time I thought I couldn't stand you,
or at least I acted like that,
but deep down,
I knew you were someone I'd always keep close,
deep down,
I knew.

I still go to malls in hopes of reliving that moment when we went to one together

In the middle of the night,
let me wake up,
think about you.

Get a call,
as you left from work,
let me hear your voice,
that calming noise.

Late at night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face and your smile,
make this place feel like it's the only place where I need to be,
for a while.

Remember those three days we spent,
pleasantly sure there's no regret,
I can feel that.
Make sure you hold on to this memory, without the regrets,
but make sure you won't miss the time of the day,
where you have your phone in your hand,
cause pictures are all we have now.
Some how,
pictures are all we have now.

Late night, try to get the feeling right,
warm laughs hiding the neck bites,
turn on the lights, let me admire your face (and your beautiful smile),
make this place feel like the place where I need to be,
forever.