Watsky (george 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