turns out my heart has a type

the childish type

woe is me type

the run away until you stop chasing tyoe

and then pouting type

the jealous type

the desperate need for attention type

you know the type

the high school games type

the self absorbed type

the vague type

the wrong type

i need a new type

or to become the happy to be alone type

be content in nothing type

i’m not the games type

unless they are the video type

i’m the all in type

one day i’ll find the right type

it’s not the playing the victim type

the string you along type

wish she would have changed her type

but a tiger can’t change it’s stripe

and i tried to pluck the berries before they were ripe

i just fell for the wrong type