I watched from the shadows, the universe feeling like it had finally divined this exact moment. I stepped into the light, my footsteps echoing the low, raspy piano chords that always seemed to follow me around.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him," I said, my voice steady. I wasn't just talking about being a partner; I was talking about being everything he wasn't. I could do the things he never did—stay up all night just to keep you company, be a gentleman in every sense of the word, and hey, we’re the same size, so all my clothes would fit you perfectly.

"I could give you some advice," I whispered, the confidence hitting me like an electric bolt. I leaned in, close enough to see the way the moonlight caught the frustration in your eyes. "I’d leave him."

You laughed, but it was hollow. "He's just... him," you said, as if that excused the way he never noticed when you changed your hair or how he never stayed up late just to hear you talk.

The song by Dove Cameron is a sleek, jazz-pop anthem about a woman who realizes she could treat her female crush far better than her current, underwhelming boyfriend ever could.