Itchy brain and stomach pain I don't know what it is
It's overload, queue offer, but try not to ruin this
A glance and elevator chat I was unsettled
She turned to me and asked if I liked heavy metal
She said, "Are you into metal?"
Well no, I don't know, I guess so, I hope so
Will you make out with me even if I don't? 
Cause we've both got hooded sweatshirts and it sure would be a shame

I can't sit with eyes fixed on the screen for fifteen more minutes
I just wanna look in your eyes but all I can see is the back of your head
I've always given up, lie down and take it cause I was too tired
Now I'm undead, now your face is in my head
Who knows if there's really something to it
Cause I'll never know for sure
So I'm waiting, calling, signaling distress
It's such a mess
So I won't be unhappy anymore