Grave of My First Love
I can make excuses and I can make mistakes
But why can't I make any fucking friends
Some say I disagree with everything, I'd say that they're wrong
Some say I was fooled and I was being led on
I read all the letters and the emails, I saw the warning signs
I know I should have pulled out but it felt so nice inside
I'm not blaming you for everything that happened
This isn't a pop punk song
I see my faults right beside yours
I'm trying to write my wrongs
If you just talk to me for once
Let me apologize
I'll tell you I don't hate your guts
Just trying to figure out how to get by
Without you by my side
(I'm gonna get by)
As if I broke my glasses I haven't seen you in days
Nicknamed yourself Neil Armstrong and said
All you need is space
What you meant to say is We should take a break
What you meant to say is you don't want to stay
What you meant to say is that the place where your heart felt love
Now all it feels is hate
Why am I hanging on
To something that's obviously gone
There's a devil dancing on the grave of my first love
I'm a man made of tin holding an urn full of ashes that I ought to send into the wind
But why can't I make any fucking friends
Some say I disagree with everything, I'd say that they're wrong
Some say I was fooled and I was being led on
I read all the letters and the emails, I saw the warning signs
I know I should have pulled out but it felt so nice inside
I'm not blaming you for everything that happened
This isn't a pop punk song
I see my faults right beside yours
I'm trying to write my wrongs
If you just talk to me for once
Let me apologize
I'll tell you I don't hate your guts
Just trying to figure out how to get by
Without you by my side
(I'm gonna get by)
As if I broke my glasses I haven't seen you in days
Nicknamed yourself Neil Armstrong and said
All you need is space
What you meant to say is We should take a break
What you meant to say is you don't want to stay
What you meant to say is that the place where your heart felt love
Now all it feels is hate
Why am I hanging on
To something that's obviously gone
There's a devil dancing on the grave of my first love
I'm a man made of tin holding an urn full of ashes that I ought to send into the wind
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Writer(s): Brandon Gross
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