The Song Formerly Known As Intro

You’ve got a type
Pasty skin and dead inside
Oh, and green eyes
Yeah, ones that look just like mine

And you’ve got a motive
You pulled your hair back
Oh, I noticed
You can relax

Oh, I make you panic
Call me when I’m manic
But know that I’ll never call you, back

I never should have came here in the first place
Thinking this might be the end of our days
Hedge your bets, get some rest
Get these feelings off your chest

You picked apart our conversations
But there’s nothing beneath the surface
I’m an asshole, I deserve this
Keep it down, hope no one’s heard us
But I don’t want to hurt like this
I never meant to hurt like this