Who loved you first?

Who loved you last?

Why do I often think of these things?

'Cause I've always been the type to see

All the bad before all the good things

Haven't written a song in a minute

Haven't been in love in forever

But I'm looking at you, and you're looking at me

At every single possible angle

And it's not like how you made me feel

And I feel this kind of type of way

And it's not like how you made me feel

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

Ask what you want, ask what you need

I'll tell you everything that I know

I'm hoping that you won't ever leave

'Cause there's nowhere else I wanna go

And it's not like how you made me feel

And I feel this kind of type of way

And it's not like how you made me feel

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way

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