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.

37 out of 48 hours together

Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.

Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.

An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.

Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.

Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.

A whole box of grain stuck in my throat

Finding my thoughts,
as I gather the right words,
here I am listening loudly,
as you speak so calmly.

I'd let you take me to hell,
just to hold your hand,
one last time.

And now I'm missing the days,
when I didn't have to stare at the ceiling,
with all the words in my throat,
no wonder you find me misleading.

Won't you turn off the engine,
roll up the windows,
sit in silence, alone, with me.

To the girl I trusted

Quiet,whisper the needs,
never shall we waste,
ideas,as our soul bleeds,
I'm hypnotized by the shape of your waist.

Sounds that never vibrate,
slowly thumping heartache,
finger-banged wound prayed away,
pain slipped through my thoughts as I lay awake.

Should I run away,
and will my love forever stay?
I need a closure, 

so give me the time of day,
proceeded by the unsucceeded love of my mistakes.

Will you ever gonna change?
Is this all a game?
Should I even try to stay awake?
Will you call me late at night to keep the pain away?

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.