You remind me of my type
I like your crazy shorts
And your puffy hair
I like how you stand tall
And how you socialize without a care
I like when you wear your glasses
And how you always dance to Mr. Brightside
I like how you laughed at my jokes all those
months ago
Your smile lights up my eyes like fireworks on New Years Day
But your eyes fill me with sorrow
Because they are so beautiful
And there's no way your eyes would look at me
Especially the way they look at her
You remind me of my type
Mr. Brightside
You remind me of getting hurt
