[Intro - Type leads] He found me first. Let's get that straight. New match. Same hope. Here we go. [Verse 1 - Type] Tuesday nights His roommate had practice That was our window Two hours of existing He liked the hair Liked what I wore Liked who I was Behind a locked door Told me I was different Told me I was fire Told me everything I needed While his phone sat face-down on the nightstand [Pre-Chorus - Bodies crossfades in] And I hold it like it's staying Even though I know I hold it like it matters Even as I watch it go [Chorus - Type, full] I'm your type In the dark I'm your type When it's easy I'm your type 'Til the sun comes up And suddenly I'm nobody's anything Type That's all I was A category Not a person A flavor Not a choice [Verse 2 - Bodies takes over] Sometimes it's three dates Sometimes it's three months Same ending, different cuts "I'm just not ready" "I don't have time" "You're great but—" Yeah. I know the line. I've been the almost The placeholder The warm-for-now The see-you-later [Pre-Chorus - Type crossfades in] Funny how different Only counts in private Funny how fire Only burns when nobody's looking [Chorus - Bodies, full] Bodies that work Hearts that don't Arms that hold But they won't— Stay past morning Stay past doubt Bodies that work 'Til they walk out [Bridge - both, best of each] I know why I keep swiping Keep hoping Keep opening the door It's the warmth Even borrowed Even brief Even when I know the cost I'd rather hold something That's about to slip Than hold nothing at all But it breaks me Every time Sent. Delivered. Gone. [Final Chorus - Bodies into Type] Bodies that work Mine still does Hearts that don't Mine still loves That's the problem That's the knife Bodies that work But not for life I'm not a type I'm not a genre I'm not a phase I have a name You just never said it Where anyone could hear [Outro - both colliding] He texted me once Three AM "I miss you" I left it on read. Sent. Delivered. Nothing. New match. Same hope.
