Remember when you called me pretty
And all of your flaws disappear
You were drunk but who cares
Since that makes it real
May be delusional but my body was there
And one day you called me brave
All your compliments made sense
Even if you didn't love me
You really did know me
That's more than I can say for the rest
If this is me at my best
Why am I still reminiscing to when I was your favorite
Sometimes I forget to regret you
The softer the bruise becomes
And I've dated distractions in and out of trains
Same conclusion no one compares
Tiny little epiphanies
But the mourning period is long gone
So I whisper in voids and write them in songs
Place my bets that you're listening along
If this is me at my best
Why is my worth still tied to being your favorite
God it's so boring without you
Without the peace I had before
And the hurt is more distant in my gut
I'm not sure if it's leaving or deepening