i’m sitting in this undergroundish coffee shop right now

and pretending i’m some lonely kid

with all the other lonely kids in here

that are just pretending to be lonely

and it can be addicting but

this beautiful girl with curly, auburn hair is singing the blues

in a red dress and playing the keys

and drowning out any conversation i attempt to have

but i’m okay with it

even if my coffees a little cold from staring at her too long

and man,

i’ve shared so many books with these people

to make them feel better

cuz they made me feel better

and i’ll never get them back

but i feel happy anyway