And he's willing to do whatever it takes to give first love a second-

I could be the one to take you home
Late nights, staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love

I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights, when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone

If you took my place
Would you change my ways?
Would you change my name?
Would you change my face?
If you took my spot
Would you change a lot?
Would you change it at all?
Would you change it-it-it—

Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold
Drag my body to the woods and let me go
Paint a picture of my life into the snow
Pull the trigger like I'd never even know

Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain
Pop the trunk and drop my body in the grain
Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave
Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say
"In the black on black or the white on white

It don't matter what you wear when you die, right?
In the six-o-five or the two-one-two
It don't matter where you go when I find you
You can run all day; you can run all night

But in the end, you know I'm always right, oh no
In the six-o-five or the two-one-two
It don't matter where you go when I find you
It don't matter where you go when I find you"

I could be the one to take you home
Late nights, staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love (I could make you feel like you're in love)
I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights, when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone

If you took my place
Would you change my ways?
Would you change my name?
Would you change my face?
If you took my spot
Would you change a lot?
Would you change it at all?
Would you change it-it-it—

Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the cold
Drag my body to the woods and let me go
Paint a picture of my life into the snow
Pull the trigger like I'd never even know

Maybe this is what I get for leaving you out in the rain
Pop the trunk and drop my body in the grain
Throw a shovel at me, yell to dig a grave
Put the pistol to my ear, I heard it say
"In the black on black or the white on white

It don't matter what you wear when you die, right?
In the six-o-five or the two-one-two (In the six-o-five or the two-one-two)
It don't matter where you go when I find you (No, no)
You can run all day; you can run all night
(Where the fuck you gonna run to?)

But in the end, you know I'm always right, oh no
In the six-o-five or the two-one-two
It don't matter where you go when I find you
It don't matter where you go when I find you"

I could be the one to take you home
Late nights, staring at your phone
I could make you feel like you're in love

I could be the one to make you quit
Late nights when you feel like shit
I could make you feel so damn alone