[Intro - Short Verse]He texted back. I didn’t run.That’s weird for me. But kinda fun. [Chorus 1]Boyfriend material? Might be true.No red flags, no deja vu.Just clean sheets, no mind games,He says my name, not nicknames.I wait for mess, but he just stays.It's weird—and that might be okay. [Verse 1]He’s on time. Opens doors.Doesn’t laugh when I snore.I tested him, he stayed kind.I pushed him off, he redefined. He’s not fixing me, he just fits.And that might be what healthy is. Oooh… stable can be sexy too… [Chorus 2]Boyfriend material? Yeah, alright.Still feels strange, but not a fight.He listens close, he holds his ground,No love bombs, no spin-around.He’s here, and I don’t feel small.Maybe this is love, after all. [Verse 2]He knows my moods, still brings snacks.I vent, he stays, doesn’t clap back.I cried once mid-laugh attack,He wiped the tears, cracked me back. I swear I almost self-destructed.He just said, "You’re not too much." Mmmhmm… let him in, let him stay… [Bridge]I thought calm meant it wasn’t real.But calm feels better than I thought feel.No chasing pain, no needing thrill—Just good morning texts, and standing still. [Final Chorus]Boyfriend material. That's the tag.No more wounds in pretty drag.He knows me deep, loves me raw.Not a fixer, not a flaw.He saw the wreck and chose the ride.And I let love... stay inside.
