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