of all the cafés and all the places in all the world
i've walked into this one
chet baker was playing on behind

of all the songs and all the melodies in all the world
he was singing this one
you used to sing to me in the past

of all the guys and all the lovers in all the world
only you've crossed my mind
as he sang...

i've called you on those lonely nights when i couldn't sleep

i've called you to fall asleep while you told fairy tales in greek

i've called you every time i got drunk to make you laugh

i've called you every time i felt like i needed someone to cry

i've called you to tell you something happened at school

i've called you to tell you something my mom said about us

i've called you just to show you one more song you'd like

i've called you the next day to hear you singing it on your guitar

i've called you to surprise you by playing "la la land" on my piano

i've called you so we could sing along to the song on the radio

i've called you to talk about my favourite poets and writers for hours

i've called you to listen to you talking about cars and video games nonstop

i've called you to say "i saw you in my dream last night"

i've called you just to hear the way you said my name one more time

i've called you every day, every night and in every chance

i've called you with every name except mine

you made it seem like it was so easy to get over someone you love

tell me how you were able to fall in love with the first girl you met right after me

tell me how you were able to look into her eyes without feeling any shame

because the second i look at someone else's, i can do nothing but glance away

tell me how you were able to make her smile without feeling something is missing

because the minute i smile at someone else, i can do nothing but miss our drunken laughs

tell me how you were able to get over me

so effortlessly,

so easily,

so willingly,

as if i almost meant nothing to you

maybe i was meant to be that girl
who is not your first love
and will never be your last
only a random girl from your past

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to replace
only one or two days for you to chase
until you find a one with prettier face

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to forget
no more than to shed a couple of tears
and light a couple of cheap cigarettes

i wish i could be one of those girls
who still have faith in something called love
who still have a heart so naive and fragile
who still can feel those butterflies inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who can feel their heart is beating
without needing to check if it does
and still have some sparks of love inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who believe in the concept of "love of your life"
and dream about meeting them in their favorite café
like they've always read in those books of romance

i wish i could be one of those girls
who always see the princess treatment
who are spoiled with nice gifts and flowers
who are worth writing songs and poems for

i wish i could be one of those girls
who aren't afraid of something called love
who don't have a heart so rotten and broken
who don't know the feeling of not being loved

i want to forget you the same way
you forgot about my birthday

i want to forget that i've waited for 24 hours
for you to text me only two words

i want to forget how much i cried on that day
thinking about why you couldn't treat me the same way

i want to forget that you made me pick her birthday gifts
a bouquet of purple lilacs and a green dress

i want to forget how long i kept staring at her pictures
wishing i was the one with the flowers in my hands

i want to forget how you made me think i wasn't worth any of that
even a "happy birthday" message was too much for me to get

i am afraid i won't be able
to escape from repeating
my mom's fate, and end up
with a guy just like my dad

then about twenty years later
i'll tell my daughter on a coffee table
you were my right person, wrong time
with tears in my eyes and a ring on my finger