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.