The Standard

I thought you held the pieces
That I always lacked
But soon we were dissolved and your bags were packed
Ah but I still loved you
And all your fake blonde hair
But our feet took paths to go dwell elsewhere

Now it seems all my lovers are cursed.
They're always judged in light of the first.
You're still the standard that I hold them to
I measure every single one of them up to you
I measure every single one of them up to you

You were never any better
Than any of the rest
Just the first to rip my heart from my chest
We were only children
We tried our best
But my fool's heart loved you long after you left

Now it seems all my lovers are cursed.
They're always judged in light of the first.
You're still the standard that I hold them to
I measure every single one of them up to you
I measure every single one of them up to you

Now it seems all my lovers are cursed.
They're always judged in light of the first.
You're still the standard that I hold them to
I measure every single one of them up to you