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You Never Forget Your First Time

There’s a voice at home in the back of my mind
And I’ve erased from its vocabulary every word of doubt
Except for when it comes to you
And there’s a thought that sneaks up on me
When I think about what the coming years might bring
But I ignore it, it might be true

Second might not always mean second best
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less
Just one thing could bring this tumbling down:
It just meant more the first time around

All your words of protest boil down to nothing
When the waters of doubt are unwarrented to start
It’s really not your fault
I’m lying down in this bed we’ve both made
And honestly most nights I sleep just fine
But they can’t be good dreams all

Second might not always mean second best
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less
Just one thing could bring this tumbling down:
It just meant more the first time around