This party is old and uninviting
Participants all in black and white
You enter in fullblown technicolor
Nothing is the same after tonight
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room
You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world as seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I'm weary about eyes upon my scars
Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning as free as dervishs' whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
That kind of girl
And to him she was that kind of girl
For a mere chapter in the book of His Life
She was a simple verb
One that created a new state of mind
Full of vibrant color
And emotions that no one could quite define
She introduced him to a new way of thinking and living life
A life in which time was fluid
And she filled her heart with passion
And his motivation, his everything, she was his drive
She was that kind of girl
And she still is, but she chose to walk away
To run back to her past
Her heart rests and beats slowly
Sometimes angered, but all at once content
"We all can't get what we want, now can we?"
No, we can't and for most part she didn't get what she wanted
Not entirely
And as she sits here in her room
She wonders if she ever was that kind of girl
The one that he made her out to be
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