I've now listened to the song way too many times, after too many unwanted encounters with strange men and I gotta say, this Blunt guy is seriously disturbed. (If nothing else, the song certainly silences my complaints about LA's lack of a reliable public transportation system. I'll sit in traffic inside my locked car, thank you.)
So he sees some chick on the subway, who, for all we know, smiled at him to be polite. More likely, she smiled because that's what people do when they realize some random dude is staring at them. It was probably more of a squirmy curl of the lip than an actual smile.
Anyhow, a little twitch of the lip is encouragement enough for Blunt to go on and on about how he's "got a plan" and how they "shared a moment that will last to the end" and how some angel must be smiling "when she thought up that I should be with you."
News flash, psycho! There was no shared moment! There's no angel that thought this woman should be with you! Whatever voice you hear inside your head probably results from you being "f'in high." You don't know what to do? How about you come out of your depression and pay a visit to your shrink or probation officer or someone who can actually share a moment of reality with you?
A woman singer/song writer should reply to Blunt on behalf of all women who take public transportation. Maybe something along the lines of "You're Delusional" or "I've Got a Restraining Order" or "My Boyfriend is a Bouncer Prone to Jealous Rage" or "That's Not A Hiccup - I'm Throwing Up In My Mouth."
