(+) Eleven Weeks
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 want to 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 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
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 want to 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
We�ll, I�m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to 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�m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to 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