One-two-three-four! I trip over my own feet, I spill my drink Hair in my face, teeth a little crooked, think I talk too much, or too little — I don’t know I wave my hands like I’m conducting a show Your smirk hits me mid-step, I blush, I swear You notice the weirdness I thought was rare I know I’m strange, I’m awkward, a little wild I push you away with a grin — not mild If I stop moving If I don’t pretend You’ll see all of me All the edges I bend If you stop moving I’ll fall apart If you slow down I’ll show my heart I’m messy, I’m awkward I’m too loud, too quiet I’m maybe a little crooked Maybe a little riot I don’t know if I like boys, girls, or just the trouble they bring I don’t know, I don’t care — just don’t let me stop moving I skate circles in my room, knock over lamps Laugh at my own jokes, charm my own cramps I bite my lip, I glance at you sideways And hope you can read me through the haze You grin back, maybe teasing, maybe real I think about everything I never feel I spin my insecurities into a song If I look ridiculous — maybe you belong If I stop moving If I drop the mask You’ll see all the weird shit I never let pass If you stop moving I’ll fall apart If you slow down I’ll show my heart I’m messy, I’m awkward I’m loud, I’m quiet I flirt with shadows And sometimes I fight it I don’t know if I like boys, girls, or just the thrill I don’t know, I don’t care — just keep chasing the spill I’m a puzzle missing pieces I’m a riddle with no keys I’m a joke, a smile, a question I’m whatever I please Just don’t stop moving, don’t ever slow down… If you stop moving … If you stop moving I’ll fall apart If you slow down I’ll show my heart I’m messy, I’m awkward I’m too much, too rare I’m maybe a little lonely Maybe I don’t care Move with me or leave me here I’ll be spinning in circles anyway
