Texty

You got a type, and I fit in bracket Brown hair, blue eyes, and a corduroy jacket, I'm right in front of you, you can't even tell Want someone new so you put me on a shelf You're always lookin' for a shoulder to lean on Good job, you've got somebody sat on the bleachers, I'm right in front of you, you don't even notice Till you need somebody who's there in the moment Maybe you don't know what you're doin' It's just a coincidence But now I'm finding it amusing That you only ever go out with Guys that look like me But they only wanna treat you wrong and Make sure you believe That you're the only one they talk to And I'm a little dramatic, So don't you be mad if I don't trust all of these Guys that look like me When will it be me? All your high hopes that they dropped in a second Shattered your heart with all of their weapons, I'm Always ready to pick up all the pieces When I say I miss you, you know I really mean it Maybe you don't know what you're doin' It's just a coincidence But now I'm finding it amusing That you only ever go out with Guys that look like me But they only wanna treat you wrong and Make sure you believe That you're the only one they talk to And I'm a little dramatic, So don't you be mad if I don't trust all of these Guys that look like me When will it be me? Guys that look like me But they only wanna treat you wrong and Make sure you believe That you're the only one they talk to Guys that look like me But they only wanna treat you wrong and Make sure you believe That you're the only one they talk to And I'm a little dramatic, So don't you be mad if I don't trust all of these Guys that look like me When will it be me?
Writer(s): Benjamin Payne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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