Sitting on your loveseat Making conversation We have identical intentions For tonight And i'm pretty sure You wanna to kiss me But i'm too nervous To lean in And find out if i'm right I keep touching your knees Whenever we agree The room is so warm Your lips are Overwhelming me The way you form your letters Each word just makes it better The formation's so distracting That the content barely matters Your paragraphs Are an epitaph For my self restraint My patience is waning Not sure How long i can wait But you're looking at me With full moon eyes So soft and clear and bright And i know it will Be worth it Even if it takes All night If you kissed me when I walked through the door I probably wouldn't Like you as much But these anxious hours Of anticipation Will just make it That much better When our lips Finally touch