what would you do if i finally made a move? would you kiss me back?

and then what? where do we go from there?

they say you are infested with demons, and i know it's true cause i can see them raging inside your head.

they poke their heads out of your eyes when we're drunk.

drunk on a motel bed, your eyes didnt sparkle or anything, but i still thought you were beautiful.

what if i kissed you right there on that bed, what would you have done?