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 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 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 will be cool with me

Well, I'm still imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place


You'll probably move right through me on my way to you