I don't give a damn 'bout your second hand
And I don't mind being your third or fourth main man
That tattoo on your ring finger where your love used to be
Is just a scar with a funny, sad story to me

Yeah, I'm a bit used up myself
My Blue Book value's low
I hear whispers like a shadow I drag in my undertow
I got skeletons in my closet, the time ain't forgot
See I got what I needed, so now I got what I got

We've been cast east of Eden
And north of our youth
West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth
Wandering the desert, but I swear to you

This is the last first time
I'll ever have to say
The last first line
I'll ever throw away
The last first night
You'll ever have to stay
The last first time

I see your cactus has needles and your roses have thorns
And the angels on your shoulders are looking pretty worn
I can tell by their wings and the pop songs they sing
That they're tired and frightened about everything

So your heart's been broken too many times
Playing second fiddle in some sadistic nursery rhymes
Well, the past ain't punishment
No, it's wisdom you earn
So come here baby and show me what you've learned

We've been cast east of Eden
And north of our youth
West of the Hudson, somewhere south of the truth
Wandering in the desert, but I swear to you

This is the last first time
I'll ever have to say
The last first line
I'll ever throw away
The last first night
You'll ever have to stay
The last first time