TheSongFormerlyKnownAsIntro

You've got a type

Pasty skin and dead inside

Oh and green eyes

Yeah ones that look just like mine

And you've got a motive

You pulled your hair back

Oh I noticed

You can relax

Oh I make you panic

Call me when I'm manic

But know that I'll never call you back

I never should have came here in the first place

Thinking this might be the end of our days

Hedge your bets, get some rest

Get these feelings off your chest

You picked apart our conversations

But there's nothing beneath the surface

I'm an asshole, I deserve this

Keep it down, hope no one's heard us

But I don't want to hurt like this

I never meant to hurt like this