
my Type (His Song)
[Pre-Intro] [Spoken Word] His song. [Intro – Act I | sparse groove; spoken-adjacent vocal] Look around, lights are low, I’m counting faces like receipts Every smile feels like interest if it glances back at me I tell myself I’m selective, got a list I never break But the list keeps getting shorter every time you walk my way [Verse 1 – Act I | tight rhythm; melodic vocal] I’ve got rules stacked neatly in my head Height, tone, timing, things I always said I pretend I’m hard to impress Till the room rearranges itself [Verse 2 – Act II | groove locks in; playful phrasing] I read the air like it’s talking to me Every laugh feels dangerously free You lean close just enough to imply Something might happen if I try [Pre-Chorus 1 – Act II | lift; syncopated melody] I swear I’m cautious, I swear I’m calm Then instinct reaches for the alarm [Chorus – COMMON | full hook; stacked vocals] You-you-you’re just my type Alive, aware, and looking my way You-you-you’re just my type I decide that logic can wait You-you-you’re just my type That’s usually all it takes [Verse 3 – Act II | bass-forward; confident tone] I talk a game like I’ve been here before Like every door eventually opens its door I confuse your smile for a sign Like patience is just a delayed green light [Pre-Chorus 2 – Act II | variation; rising tension] You don’t say no, you don’t say yes You let the moment do the rest [Chorus – COMMON | repeat hook] You-you-you’re just my type Alive, aware, and looking my way You-you-you’re just my type I decide that logic can wait You-you-you’re just my type That’s usually all it takes [Bridge – Act III | broken cadence; half-time feel] Maybe I mistook the spark for permission Maybe charm isn’t a universal system You laugh like it’s harmless fun I stand there realizing I’m not the one [Instrumental Interlude | brass riff; rhythmic break] [Verse 4 – Act III | stripped groove; reflective delivery] I replay the scene like it owed me more Like wanting somehow kept the score You tease the edge, then pull away Like the chase was all you came to play [Pre-Chorus 3 – Act III | resigned; descending melody] I finally read what you never said Some doors stay closed inside my head [Chorus – FINAL | altered last line] You-you-you’re just my type Alive, aware, and out of reach You-you-you’re just my type But you were never choosing me

