Oh No!

I can fixate on a comma or a smiley face
Details drive me mad, and I don't drive
This brain, it has a mind of its own, I mind
My own business, but it steals me for a ride

And suddenly, I'm crying on my subway ride
I refuse to say hi to an acquaintance, my oh my
How I try hard to hide my face from their eyes
Oh, no

We had to face one another getting off
Same direction, man, this platform's feeling small
After "How's it going?", don't know what to say
We continue on in silence 'til I fake
"Oh, no, I've got to turn around"