You haven't heard from Chuuya Nakahara in a couple of months, and you were out yesterday and really high. And he called your phone, all alone and you send some undertone.

You leave your friends, when he is sending you your new address; And you know we're done, you know we're through, but, God, when you look at him. After hooking up, you lay your head in his chest playing with his hair. And you realise, what the heck just happened?

"So..."