Coffee shops and reviews of horrible video games are the only things I enjoy

I really don't know how to ask you out,
and sometimes I don't know what we should talk about,
but my silence doesn't mean I don't like you.

We could go on for days,
exchanging compliments,
spilling tea,
or argue about nonsense.
But I enjoyed every moment we spent together,
I love the days when we talk about whatever,
can I just keep this feeling in a jar?

Same people,
another problem.
New feelings,
jealousy is still thriving.
And after all, I wouldn't give this up for anything

The beauty of this class is that I get to think of you when the professor talk to the group

She laughs, she cries,
she stands still,
even when she moves.
As calm as the river flow,
she lifts the spirits from down below.

Her laugh is pure as rain,
her heart takes away the pain.
Just talk away the night,
impossible to see the time pass by.

Now smiles, after frowns,
now run,
without leaving this place.
As raging as the waves,
pushing everything away.

Her thoughts are a destructive storm,
self deprecation's filling up her dorm.
Tired of spending time alone,
she needs someone she could call her home.