Hey, wasn’t that you
That I saw yesterday
Who passed me by?
In the fruit aisle
I was sure you saw me
I was by the green grapes
Where you took a few and ate
Do stolen grapes make you blind?
To the people who are standing nearby
I’ve always been there
Waiting in the background
For you to say hi
Or at least bump me when you walk by
Instead I get nothing
But the satisfaction that comes
From watching you eat
Stolen grapes