i heard a cover of state of grace today,
i pictured you again like a kid in the grass, what you looked like in your room in the summer. i can pretend to love you so softly, feel nothing but admiration and kindness when i think of your face, and cry like our time was gentle.
and it is all so, so fake,
and that's the fun part.
you have a beautiful face, and soft hair,
and you're the absolute worst,
and it makes me laugh in relief.
i know it now, that time is done, and i can hate you from afar, and i can be glad i made it out
and i can picture you soft in the summer and just a little different from who you are,
and i can know there's nothing true to it.
it's beautiful, and you're beautiful,
and you're the absolute worst.
and that makes me laugh
in relief.
