Not That Kind - Dickie

Followed your stars around

Until they drop you in the center of town

Left you reaching for a spot on the ground

Lift you over the pitiful sounds of your romantic gaze

Talking up the better days

Put you in a valentine spell

Barricaded in a crowded hotel

Where all the pictures have a kerosene smell

Ring the tone of drowsy bells

That pull you far away

Head down and half awake

If I’m floating out there, kill me now

Is it the right time to push you over

The cold crash of one year older

The bones seem dry

I’m not that kind

I’m not that kind

Dressed as a parting gift

Caught your solo with a kodachrome click

While you worked on the bathroom brick

Every sensory is suddenly

Recalled in spades

Snapped on a counterfeit face

If I’m floating out there, pull me down

Is it the right time to push you over

The cold crash of one year older

The bones seem dry

I’m not that kind

I’m not that kind

I see you coming around

I see you cooking up dramatic plays

No reason to recount

You’ve got it all on your timeline

Waiting to be reviewed

I hope they peel you open

Oh, I hope their sights are all on you

If I’m floating out there, kill me now

Is it the right time to push you over

The cold crash of one year older

The bones seem dry

I’m not that kind