The Last

I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

She was slipping through my fingers

Just like water through my grasp

I can't say that I won't miss her

But I swear I understand

I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

My train of thought

It left the station

Without a clear destination

So when it came

Off the track

I was not surprised

I'm always a sucker for a bad deal

And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

She was slipping through my fingers

Just like water through my grasp

I can't say that I won't miss her

But I swear I understand

I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

Colors her hair and paints her face

I traced the line of her hip

As she was walking away

All those late nights

Become mornings

If you do not say goodbye

I'm always a sucker for a bad deal

And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

She was slipping through my fingers

Just like water through my grasp

I can't say that I won't miss her

But I swear I understand

I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

I'm not too young

But I'm not too old yet

I never learned

But I never forget

I ain't got much

But I've got enough

So I don't really mind

I'm always a sucker for a bad deal

And some green eyes

But I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last

She was slipping through my fingers

Just like water through my grasp

I can't say that I won't miss her

But I swear I understand

I was not the first to love her

And I will not be the last