I had the world hanging by a string
Back when life didn’t give me anyone
Love hit me like a bullet coming from your gun
I shot back when I should have run
Oh, oh, I shot back when I should have run

And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then
And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again
But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst
You held the gun
That fired first
That fired first

I can’t help but wonder, do you think of me?
You seem to pull that trigger so easily
I never stood a chance when it came to you
Your hand was steady and your aim was true
Oh, oh, your hand was steady and your aim was true

And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then
And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again
But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst
You held the gun
That fired first
That fired first

And I shot back when I should have run
And I shot back when I should have run

And I’ve been busted up a hundred times since then
And I’ve got good at moving on, time and time again
But I’ll never forget the one that hurt the worst
You held the gun, you held the gun
That fired first
That fired first
You fired first