Will You?

She flicks her hair as I got off the train

Relieved that she'll now have time to pretend

To noticeably compare her headphones to yours

And smile subtly at interstix on your tongue

She will also undoubtedly brief him

In her position in which her hands are gripping

The book that she's so clearly finding hard to read

Just to make sure that title is clear to see

But you won't notice, you won't notice, will you?

You won't notice, you won't notice, will you?