Unsalable (Lyrics - scrap)

The train's leaving the station as we speak.
But our lateness brings no consequence
Because the rush hour travel's at it's peak.
Five more minutes standing near our fence.

At the store with our fake grocery sacks
You give a passing smile to the clerk.
I saw her blush before she turned her back,
She looked again and I caught the flirt.

So your handout kisses reveal themselves.
Am I just another packaged food
To be priced and pushed to the far back shelf?
Now expired marked as damaged goods.