Eyes from across the subway car
This is too cliché to be happening
But it happens, right?
Two people under fluorescent light
Love, or something, at first sight
Anything’s possible, right?
Possibility is the only word I know
The tip of my tongue heavy with so much of the same thing
I can’t even open my mouth
To meet the eyes reaching for mine across this subway car
Hunger pangs, competing survival instincts
14th Street comes, I’m gone
Wondering if I just did a whole thing all by myself
See, my missed chances never existed in the first place
I am sure I have fallen victim again to my own imagination,
These machinations boring a tunnel of love
Into which I will fall, out of which I cannot climb
With this repetition, this recursion I bore myself
Can see their glassy eyes roll back
god, not this again
I know, dude, I’m not happy about it either
