now, the standard is you.

isn't it funny?

how you just made me as your a month practice round,

and now i am stuck in you.

isn't it dumb?

how we did the midnight talk every night,

but then we ended it.

isn't it weird?

how we met anonymously back then,

and we met again for the second time.

isn't it stupid?

how you made me happy easily

by listening to the drunk you saying you love me.

do you remember?

when i told you that i will wait,

at least until i know you are in love with someone else.

i still keep that promise even until now

i can't do anything instead of waiting.

fuck,

do something bad to me

tell me i wasn't that special

tell me you also did it to another one

tell me something to prove my friends were right.

tell me it was all bullshit,

and tell me how stupid i am for believing it.

come on,

show me something that can break me into pieces

i fucking hate finding you in somebody else

i fucking hate me for making you as the standard in a new person

i can't find anyone better

i can't find the cringest jokes u made in them

i can't find a fun atmosphere u created on the phone in them

nobody's doing it better,

yours is still my favorite.

we died too soon,

and i am late to realize that,

i can never take the chance anymore.