cab rides to the city metro
3 subs, with that cookie that tasted like oreo
trading sides, you push me to right and say there you go
laughing about our time of day and how little we know
...

watching people hold hands and fake
being annoying and judging till they stare
i bet now you look for me in that crowd till awake
and now held hands make my heart ache
...

so, what you gonna tell the next one?
when she asks how was our one?
am i the one?
were we all, for you, the same one?
will you stay till one?
why it worked with this one?
this one
this one