Scents and sounds and places take me back to your arms
Haunted by familiar faces I grew up on
Saw you for the first time since I can't remember when
I felt alive for the first time since I can't remember when

But it won't last
We both know that
As Amy said, "Soon you'll be back to her
And I'll be back to you know where"

First, first
You really are the fucking worst
First, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first, yeah
First, first
You really are the fucking worst
Yeah, first, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first

Guess you could say my drug of choicе is called nostalgia
Always going back for more, supply is endlеss
Rosy-colored glasses on the dash
Glass is spilling over with the past
Getting too dependent

But it can't last
We both know that
As Amy said, "Soon you'll be back to her
And I'll be back to you know where"

First, first
You really are the fucking worst
First, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first, yeah
First, first
You really are the fucking worst
Yeah, first, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you

First, first
You really are the fucking worst
First, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first, yeah
First, first
You really are the fucking worst
Yeah, first, hurt
So good 'cause I love you
So good 'cause I loved you
So good 'cause I loved you

First, first
You really are the fucking worst
First, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first, yeah
First, first
You really are the fucking worst
Yeah, first, hurt
So good 'cause I loved you first