Billie Joe

*I glance up from my book again, hoping to meet your eye. Unfortunately, you don't look up. I turn back to my book about... I don't know, I'm not really reading it. It could be a instruction manual for all I care. I look up again, and you still don't look. I wish you would. I wish you would look up, come over, strike up a conversation... But that's stupid, because this won't work if you don't see me. I just have to man up and do it myself, and stop expecting you to see me. Maybe in an hour...*