Overshadowing at 100 East

This is the part where I say all that 
I have
Where you look at me and ask the question that 
has been on everyone's mind
A simple smile take the place of 
your expressionless face.
When we walked down the street,no one was looking
Did this seem too quick?
I never bothered to ask
Whether or not it did is still conversation
How did life hand us this?