An unsuspecting candy craver and a cashier,
He saw our life together while I waited for my receipt.
I’ve never been one to pick out suitors here,
And I’ve never so awkwardly looked down at my feet.
“Rachel right? Don’t I know you?” No, no sir.
“Well, I like you, I like your energy,” he said.
Whoa, whoa, whoa man, you’re making my stomach stir.
I don’t mean to be rude, but this doesn’t work in my head.
We aren’t going out, friend. Could this transaction take
Any more time?! I just want my candy and to leave.
I thought I would run in and this would be a piece of cake!
But now this never-ending conversation is making me heave.
Rite Aid boy, you are probably very nice and I wish you well,
But I am about to run out of here like a bat out of hell.