Twelve years old crying home to mom

Kids can make you feel so small

Like there must be some missing piece

To make them want to hang with me

So I count the days ‘til summer’s gone

Saturday just waiting by the phone

Rehearsing conversations

Fill the blank social equations

Somehow I’m not adding up each time

So I told myself, “don’t be that guy”

Feeling cool in a baby blue car

Back from school and my hair was long

Talk the talk, did he sound like me?

At the dance with a flask full of whiskey

So I count the days ‘til summer’s gone

Saturday, just waiting by the phone

Replaying conversations

Analyze social equations

I invented someone you could like

And he said, “don’t be that guy”

“Don’t chase your dreams

You’re a fake - they can see it

Just hold your head high

So you seem like a tough guy

And don’t say you’re hurting

You’re such a fucking burden

Just look on the bright side

So they stay on your side

And don’t say I love you

The echo will haunt you

Don’t tell them you care

It will kill when you fail

And don’t try to choose someone

They might not choose you

And don’t let them see you cry

Oh, don’t be that guy”

Summers still make me feel alone

Deep breath, I’m turning off my phone

Just want a conversation

Throw out all the equations

Maybe it’s just me I’m trying to find

Caught a glimpse of him writing all these lines

And I want to be that guy

Oh, I want to be that guy

I want to be that guy