We don't need to play this game, to fake our smiles.
We don't think at all the same, you just don't try.
Lonely looks made to ensure a pittance of attention paid.
7:30 on a Tuesday morning, staring out the window,
I see him board the bus, he's walking down the aisle.
I look up at him, he looks down at me.
Oh, hey Alex! Is this seat taken? Uh, no no, no go ahead.
30 seconds of small talk; 30 minute commute.
Panic sets in. Nothing more to say.
We don't need to fill this time.
Some lines aren't meant to cross.