His eyes told a story
His mouth never could.
He said he was after the glory,
But there was a secret under that hood.

In a crowd full of strangers, you're still the first I see.
With so much on my mind, you're still the first thought.
Somehow you always end up as first to me.
You are my most favorite soft spot.

I wouldn't consider you my first love,
but I can consider you as the best one.

Words are fun,
like playing in the sun.
They run and burn out,
as if there was never a doubt.

We breathe for no apparent reason.
We’re scared to live but we do so.
Try to get by whatever season,
Do everything until you know.