boyfriend material

I'm not the type to be noticed

'Cause I'm barely 5'7"

I'm okay good looking

But lacking on fashion

I'm twenty and clueless

'Bout most things romantic

Facing the pressures of dying alone

I hate being single for this long

I'm not the type, I'm not the type to steal yo girl

I'm not the one, I'm not the one to speak up first

I find it hard to put someone before my work

And I'm too shy, so I'm struggling to flirt

Guess I'm just not boyfriend material

I think I need some loving tutorials

Can't seem to say I love you, three syllables

'Cause I don't mean it when I say it

Guess I'm just not boyfriend material

I'm dying for some boyfriend tutorials

Don't fit into that modern criteria

So I'm not what these girls want

I think I'm better off being myself, I know, yeah

It's coloured crew necks for the moment till I don't, yeah

I keep on running out of swipes, so tinder gold, yeah

'Cause sticking to real life is too damn slow

I've been looking inside out but still no luck-luck, yeah (No luck)

These small talk conversations got me giving (Give up)

Sorry, I don't really give a single fuck

Just need a girl that sees the world different and that's enough

Guess I'm just not boyfriend material

I think I need some loving tutorials

Can't seem to say I love you, three syllables

'Cause I don't mean it when I say it

Guess I'm just not boyfriend material

I'm dying for some boyfriend tutorials

Don't fit into that modern criteria

So I'm not what these girls want

Guess I'm just not boyfriend material

I think I need some loving tutorials

Can't seem to say I love you, three syllables

'Cause I want to mean it when I say it

Yeah-yeah