If this ends up with you and I, 
or another man catches your eye, 
either way I’ll be fine. 
I’m not that kind of guy. 

Because when I’m in a relationship, 
I stuff it full of things just to make it fit
— and my heart always pulls out of it. 
I’m just that kind of guy. 

I would bounce around, chasing tail. 
Sometimes succeed, other times I’d fail. 
Call my fams to pay my bail. 
I once was that kind of guy. 

I get to roam from town to town, 
Though Mom wants me to settle down-
with little ones running around. 
Not yet that kind of guy. 

An uncle is what I love to be. 
I play with the kids, and then I leave. 
Save some time just for me.
I’m that kind of guy.
 
I don’t care what I’ve been bestowed. Nor about the status quo.
Love is all I choose to know.
I’m just that kind of guy.

Every year I lose more rest. 
Yet veer away from the ills of stress.. 
Knowing that I do my best.
I’m just that kind of guy.
 
I hover in the neutral realm. Picking sides gets me overwhelmed.
Yet there’s no more battles at the helm.
 I’m that kind of guy.