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Fall For Your Type

I know this song — I’ve sung it a thousand times; that song about blaming a type, a style… a girl who is breaking your heart. Somehow you’re trying to convince yourself that all you do is fall for the “wrong” women; like you’re destined to be alone. That the woman you love right now is just like all the ones before — who hurt you and left you scarred.

I know this song — I’ve seen through all the layers. There is no such thing as “type” or “style.” She is simply, brilliantly, her — and that is a truth without question. That’s the problem; that’s why you sing the song. You’re losing her, you’re scared it’ll be forever… and it’s breaking you to pieces.

You’re falling slowly to the ground. You’re rehearsing words like:


Dress hangin’ off your shoulder, barely sober
Telling me how you’re moving away and starting over
Girl, quit playin’ you just drunk, you just saying s**t
And you dance, dance like high like ballet and s**t
Oh, wait, no I get it girl I’m wit it
I been down this road before and yeah I skidded
But forget it, damn, damn
I wonder why I never learned my lesson
It’s feeling like its second chance and it’s the first impression
And I heard there’s nothing new except for someone new
But how you supposed to find the one when anyone don’t come with you
Talking to myself but I never listen
Cause, man, it’s been a while and I swear that this ones different
That’s why I’ma take you anywhere you wanna go
Let you meet my friends so they can lecture me again
About how reckless I have been
And I’m slowly running out of all the time that I invested
Making all the same mistakes
And I’m just trying to correct it, and I fall…

And you say it because you didn’t fall for her “type”… you fell for her.


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