• The screen is blank, the popcorn is bland,
    and I don't know if I should try to hold your hand.
    You look into my eyes, like, I don't know,
    like you want something to happen.
    If that's what I want too, which it is,
    why am I having such a huge problem with this?

    It's just a date, it's just a hand, I should take control because I'm the man.

    You catch my eye, which, duh, is alright,
    but you look away, embarrassed at my sight?
    I'm the one who has to let you know it's okay!
    This is what I want, why I asked you on a date.
    I build up my courage, and turn to speak.
    I open my mouth, but my heart goes weak.

    Your cocked head, curious, confident, cute, makes me all jittery inside.

    More people start to trickle in, one by one.
    Woah, oh yeah, the movie's almost on...
    Well this has been cool, time wasting away.
    I hate this feeling, that it's already too late.
    But what should I do? Throw out some witty comments,
    and try to make you forget about so much wasted time.

    You hate me, I know it. You would leave on a dime.

    The only thing that could maybe save tonight
    and as I said, this is only a maybe, a might,
    would be a kiss on your fair lips, just as the movie ends.
    Romantic, well timed, but if you're thinking "just friends"...
    I couldn't risk it, it's too big of a gamble.
    I just hope that you know, I really, really like you.

    But this whole thing is going nowhere, fast. I'm just not brave enough to tell you the truth.