postapocalypticsoul

I hold on so nervously to me and my drink

I wish it was cooling 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 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 on for one more drink

Before I think

I'm looking too desperately

But so far has not been fun

I should just stay home, if one thing really means one

 

This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks

Oh, 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