It's the anticipation when the amps turn on
It's the fresh liquor of a neon shot
It's the words stuck in your Adam's apple
It's a hammer to the handle on the front door
It's making eyes in the middle of the dance floor
Wanna make out in your car in the lot at the drug store
It's a bumblebee on a blossom
The first coffee shop run in autumn
It's that feeling, a propeller
The first line of a fucking best seller
The song's about to start (can you hear it?)
The door's about to open (can you feel it?)
The flower's about to fruit (can you see it?)
It's the accidental touch when you don't mean to
It's the millisecond freeze frame after good news
It's a big long bluff when the show ends
Phone talks, when it's risky and you hit send
It's feeling dizzy when you're tipsy
Wonder why you're so nervous 'round your so-called "friends"
It's goosebumps when you hear the drums
The running start before the big jump
Bro, if you like her, just go and fucking tell her
The song's about to start (can you hear it?)
The door's about to open (can you feel it?)
The flower's about to fruit (can you see it?)
The song's about to start (can you hear it?)
The door's about to open (can you feel it?)
The flower's about to fruit (can you see it?)