Walking Is Still Honest

Its not that i cant talk to people, its just that i dont.
Its a waste of words.

Just to try myself though i went through with it and met you at the metro.
Never face to face. Never until the day before.
You didnt seem reserved at all when you got in,
maybe just a little once you got us lost in the ghetto.
Two hours of driving with no destination in mind.
Its not what i expected, nor do i expect it again
We'll probably remain the strangers that we were.

Oh, no matter how much fabreeze you spray, that still has a very distinctive smell.