Are You into Metal?

Itchy brain and stomach pain I don't know what it is
 It's overload, queue offer, but try not to ruin this
 A glance and elevator chat I was unsettled
 She turned to me and asked if I liked heavy metal
 She said, "Are you into metal?"
 Well no, I don't know, I guess so, I hope so
 Will you make out with me even if I don't?
 Cause we've both got hooded sweatshirts and it sure would be a shame
 If these hooded sweatshirts both went home alone
 I can't sit with eyes fixed on the screen for fifteen more minutes
 I just wanna look in your eyes but all I can see is the back of your head
 I've always given up, lie down and take it cause I was too tired
 Now I'm undead, now your face is in my head
 Who knows if there's really something to it
 Cause I'll never know for sure
 So I'm waiting, calling, signaling distress
 It's such a mess
 So I won't be unhappy anymore