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 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