Felt it in the way you didn't text In the way you held my hair back And the way you got undressed I want to be the girl that you could like But always liking never loving Starts to hurt when giving back I'm sick of playing first love And coming in the last place I think I need a change-up If somebody wants me Tell me there's a way that I could be Someone's favourite without lying To seem more interesting I'm upset so I'm sleeping in my clothes Dunno why I choose to do it When I'm choosing to be gross I'm sick of playing first love And coming in the last place I think I need a change-up If somebody wants me Found it in a pool of shallow water In a rock that I turned over As I was looking at the dirt A seashell with a mirrored kind of surface And I felt a little purpose As I was looking back at me I'm sick of playing first love And coming in the last place I think I need a change-up I think I need to like me