He's the type of guy
To kiss you to Fall Out Boy songs
To hug you when you're feeling down
And shelter you from the rain
To dump you because of his faults
And try to fix it the next day.
He's the type to cry over you
And call it the biggest mistake
He's made in his young life,
To walk a half an hour across town
And wait outside your school
For hours, nonetheless,
Itching to apologize
Offering chocolate hearts
And a dozen red roses.
The type that melts your heart
The hopeless romantic deep down.
He's the type to love everyone
To lead on the innocent spectators
To leave you with your Fall Out Boy
And your empty, burdened arms
To try not to make things awkward
And leave you at school alone.
The type that cuts your fragile heart strings
And abandons you in the rain.