Lyrics
I hold on so nervously to me and my drink
I wish it was coolin' me
But so far has not been good, it's been shitty
And I feel awkward as I should
This club has got to be the most pretentious thing
Since I thought of you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark-lit place
Or your place, or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
I hold out for one more drink before I think
I'm lookin' too desperately
But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home
If one thing really means one
This club will hopefully (will hopefully) be closed in three weeks (three weeks)
That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark-lit place
Or your place, or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standing still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
