Was this first love perfect, or was it loneliness and lust shared?
Would I miss it or would I just miss something there?

And logically, these thoughts aren't good for me
So I put the music on, it makes me smile

Smile

And as it's ended, I listen to sad songs on repeat
I think out loud a lot, each night I've had some drinks

So if listening to music, just makes me sadder
I turn the tempo up, it makes me

Smile

Smile, and I protested that I'm not a bad guy
Smile, and with time I realise that's not right