Finger Eleven

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
For your place or my place

[Chorus]
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 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
For your place or my place

[Chorus x3]

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

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

Written by ANDERSON, SCOTT / ANDERSON, SEAN / BEDDOE, RICH / BLACK, JAMES / JACKETT, RICK
Published by Chrysalis One Music

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