All Your Compliments

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 l'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