Watsky - Nothing Like the First Time lyrics

The first time I ate avocado was so amazing that I came And that was the first time that I came So the only thing I could compare it to is the taste of avocado. Pretty much the same The first time I got high I ran into my friend's bedroom And I hung onto each corner of the mattress Because I knew that I would be flung into space if I didn't hold tight Two years before that I went to my first concert I was high all night And the first time someone clapped for me on stage I floated three inches off the pavement walking home Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels She didn't give me bu*terflies She gave me pterodactyls I'm talking terrible internal bruising And the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks Which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs In high school the self-defense counselor taught us That to defend ourselves against a rapist By sticking a thumb into the corner of his eye socket And popping it out like a grape Babe, for the chance to be with you I would pop my own eyeballs out and say, "Here. I only have eyes for you." So everywhere you went you'd carry me around in your pocket And every time you pulled out a handful of loose change I'd get to wink at you and a thousand miles away You would think of how charming I am Me- weaving blindly through LA traffic. You- in some bullsh** other place But you shouldn't leave first times until the end of summer Because you went off to college, years pa**ed And I realized I was the only one calling anymore And that first kiss hardened into the last My love: retarded, preserved, a pterodactyl in a tar pit The music over before it started, a lost guitar pick I've stopped trying to match it, searching for that magical attachment Because marriages are not f**ing Disney Bad marriages are sandcastles Good marriages are McDonald's hamburgers You can leave a good marriage on a plate in the sun for fifty years And it stays pretty much the same They key, I hear, is to fight routine To make the smallest moments gleam and mean something And if you ever feel yourself fading Face paint your old and aging creased-up cheeks gold-plated With a jar of first-time and if you need a youthful spruce-up Just grab a tube of that new juice and lube up And if you're hurting just rub the good stuff where you're burning But a word of warning The first time tends to make the bad times worse There's the rub It doesn't make things better, just louder It amplifies a murmur... er-er Great is greater. Greater is greaterer. And broke... is broker. Bone... is bo*er It's not a perfect formula But the first time that I kissed you, the door of your crappy Civic Already half-open, you said "I'm glad you did that." And I have a feeling that, for you, it wasn't a first-time It was a "this one time." But I will remember that moment for the rest of my life Even if I have to arm wrestle Alzheimer's for it And if I ever get a chance to kiss you again, you know, a second time I'm gonna stick my tongue out and lick you right across your face Because I've already kissed you. But I never licked you And you'll say, "Ugh. Why did you do that?" And I'll say, "Hey s**y. Did someone slap you across the face with a banana slug Or is that a big shiny trail of first-time on your cheek. Maybe we can go back to my place and gets some first-time on the sheets." It's worth it After all, there's nothing like the first time The first time's always perfect