Antarctigo Vespucci - E-Mail

Every now and then I think I’ll see you walking on the far side of the street.
I’ll try to catch your eye like we were classmates, and you’ll look at me like you never knew me, but I’ll keep staring paralyzed or something until I think of how to look away.
Pretend I’m just some dumb distracted weirdo, or pretend I know someone standing behind.
Pretend I know someone standing behind you.
Pretend I know someone standing behind you,
but I’ve got too much going on to wait.