Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I still remember blue September, the air was sweet and thin
The world was all in black and white 'til you came colorin' in
You were leaning on your locker, a joke I didn't get
My heart was beating out a rhythm I was learning to forget
Didn't know a thing 'bout love, just the stories I had read
Then you smiled and every single foolish word flew from my head

(Chorus)
Oh, my first love, you were a supernova in a sleepy town
You lit me up and then you burned me down
We were a secret language, a song I'd never heard
The most beautiful and painful single syllable word
Yeah, you were my first love, a perfect, messy start
A tattoo on the surface of my unmarked, waiting heart

(Verse 2)
We talked for hours on the phone 'til the battery ran dead
Sharing all our broken pieces and the dreams inside our heads
Your hand was cold and nervous when you finally laced your fingers with mine
And for a moment, I was certain that the universe was in a perfect line
We drove around in your old car, with the radio on low
Singing like we wrote the songs, with nowhere we had to go

(Chorus)
Oh, my first love, you were a supernova in a sleepy town
You lit me up and then you burned me down
We were a secret language, a song I'd never heard
The most beautiful and painful single syllable word
Yeah, you were my first love, a perfect, messy start
A tattoo on the surface of my unmarked, waiting heart

(Bridge)
They say you never get it back, that feeling, raw and true
The terrifying, wonderful things I'd only do for you
And maybe they are right, 'cause love is different now
It's deeper, it is stronger, but I don't know how
To feel that kind of lightning, that all-or-nothing rush
Before the world taught us to be so careful with our touch

(Guitar Solo - melodic and nostalgic)

(Final Chorus)
Oh, my first love, you were a supernova in a sleepy town
You lit me up and then you burned me down
You're a ghost now in my memory, a song I'll always know
The first and final chapter of a book from long ago
Yeah, you were my first love, a beautiful, messy art
The permanent and fragile outline on my ever-beating heart

(Outro)
On my ever-beating heart...
Yeah, you were my first love.
Just a whisper in the dark now.
My first love.