You said you were the staying type.
Got so offended when I disagreed.
I muttered I thought you could be.
I know my past, my hurt, my need.

Huh, so much for the staying type.
I saw a glimpse in Summer last.
Frustrated, you walked away.
I didn’t see you pack your bags.

I knew you weren’t the staying type.
Abandonment’s my Kryptonite.
The one thing I won’t recover from.
You left me lonely, twice at night.

How dare you claim the staying type!
You didn’t stick around.
When questioned you are full of air.
In reality? Flat on the ground.

Now, I see you’re not the staying type.
Not even in a call.
For if you were the staying type,
Right now, you’d have my all.