Eye Contact
Toothpaste on his collar
There were creases in his shirt
And someone stabbed a fag out on his coat
It made a hole; it didn't hurt
He never noticed
Squashed inside the train
The elbows in his ribs
Complaints
And smells of garlic perspiration
As the stations flew
No one talked
No one looked
His face turned china blue
He tried to push; he couldn't move
He tried to scream; no sound came through
Was heaving, bleeding from the inside
He died, still standing
No one noticed
No one cared
They'd steal a glance, but never stare
It never pays to stare
There were creases in his shirt
And someone stabbed a fag out on his coat
It made a hole; it didn't hurt
He never noticed
Squashed inside the train
The elbows in his ribs
Complaints
And smells of garlic perspiration
As the stations flew
No one talked
No one looked
His face turned china blue
He tried to push; he couldn't move
He tried to scream; no sound came through
Was heaving, bleeding from the inside
He died, still standing
No one noticed
No one cared
They'd steal a glance, but never stare
It never pays to stare