On a couch for three,
I am one,
Though there's more.
You could sit here,
But I think you'd rather take the floor.

Oh, anxiousness!
Why is it so hard for you to say hello?
I act frustrated by the question,
But the answer,
I know.

Let your eyes look at mine,
They're blue for that purpose,
If we shake hands and you don't,
Suddenly,
It is worthless.

But it seems we all agree,
Being social's of the past,
We'd prefer to not confront,
Don't look at faces,
And just pass.