Say that you’re coming over 
And that you wanna be closer
Can’t tell if these are signs
Or if I’m just thinking out of line
Don’t think that I’m prepared 
Shaking, nervous, and scared
Is this really gonna happen 
Or is it something I just imagine

You’re sitting right there
My hands in your hair
Somehow I still don’t know what to do
I know what you’re feeling 
This deal should be sealing 
But I still can’t seem to make my move

I still can't seem to make my move
I still can't seem to make my move

Now you’re sleeping on my couch
Not sure what this is about
Guess that I’m just retarded
Cuz I don’t know how to get things started 
Now even after the act
Still wondering if we’re a fact
You’re right but I can’t stop staring 
At the hole in my bathroom ceiling


Make My Move

Not The Proper Attire