Unlikely Bus Stop Blues

I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.

I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.

Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.

My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.

The 8 mile walk to the time machine Bugs Bunny used when he was Lost in Time

Trapped in my head,
not knowing where home is,
this must be the reason,
why I can't control this.

The love behind your smile,
being ahead for a mile,
can't catch up,
even if I run all the while.

Kind ventures, 
hidden behind your gestures,
buried by the tough, harsh texture,
of my mind's ill lecture.

The bottle is a friend,
with a problem that sees no end,
following a destructive trend,
whenever you're not holding my hand.

When I try to think of the things I want to hear all I come to is a stalemate

 I've been contemplating writing my suicide note for so long,
but all I've written so far was a less than a mediocre song.

Can't stand my tired eyes and crooked smile,
waiting in the same line as my hope has been dying all the while.
As I try to melt off my body,
I grow out of my bones,
spending time on things that are tearing down homes.
Been isolated,
yet the drinks are missing,
been suffering,
yet the days are a blessing.

Times of anew await,
but the papers are still haunting,
will today be the day that I learn to love me?

The things that never will (or was it the Will that never thinks? Honestly it's been so long that I forgot)

I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as the ceiling lights up from the cars passing by,
but the thought of you stands still.
The thought of the things that never will.

Katherine what do you keep in your Knapsack?

Last time we spoke,
you called out my cheek bones,
with a soft touch,
smile's born.

But no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to.
When they're with you.

So you stand up,
and you brush off,
move on,
and got out.

But you can't be faithful,
if you want to be strong,
you're never wrong.

Yet no one can love you,
the way that you'd want to,
when they see you.

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.

Giggle in my memory

When I called you,
you just giggled,
I couldn't see the smile,
but I could somehow feel it.
Tried to face time you,
but our time was up.
No way I'll ever forget,
the moment when I saw you,
I was too scared to say it.
I love you.

It took me years to figure out that you aren't supposed to open up "spam" messages on your email, I honestly thought I was talking to a prince from Africa (Maybe that's why you don't reply to my messages)

Northern style of an Eastern smile,
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.

Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.

Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.

I want this to last forever

The greatest smile I have ever seen,
the most gorgeous voice I'll ever hear,
with stunning eyes that turn me to stone,
I feel like a child when I'm around you.

The little time that we spend together,
I wish it would last forever.
Talk about nonsense,
yet laugh at everything.

We create memories,
with only our fingertips,
never mind the spoken words that cannot be heard,
we make promises based on what we've observed.

For you I will do my best

Slowly you disappear into the past,
yet you are buried in my thoughts which I'm forcing to last.
Everything that you do,
finds a way to touch my heart,
and every word you say,
shows the beauty of your art.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
an honest representation of your soul.
You say you want to give up,
but you don't have to go.
You're not alone, nor will you ever be,
you fought hard, now you got me.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
please stay for a while.
You fought hard, now you got me,
you're not alone, nor will you ever be.

Letter to a friend

To the friend who was there from the start,
you will forever be in my heart.
To the friend that made the pain stop,
I thank you.

For every word you said, a smile followed. Honestly I can't remember a time where you turned your back on me.
You are something else, you are my definition of a perfect human being, and although there were times when we didn't get along you still managed to put up with me.
As I grow older I realize what you mean to me, I may sound cliche and clingy but I love you.
I know that friends don't last forever but I hope that you are an exception!

Comfort

I had no interest in change,
found my comfort zone,
I wanted to stay there.
I had no interest in change,
none what so ever,
zero,
But then I met you,
I saw your innocent smile,
felt the warmness of your hugs,
the smell of your hair,
and bliss from your eyes.
I turned a new page,
in a new untouched book,
a book pure of emotions.