Favorite Mistake

Favorite Mistake
Valentina

You never wrote me love songs, not a line.
You never brought me flowers, not one time.
I can't stand your voice when you call my name.
I hate your face when you play that game.

Too young, too proud, too blind to see,
We built a fire, burned down the tree.

You're my favorite mistake of mine,
And I'd do it all over, every time.
The shame, the fights, the grace, the ache,
The family remains — my favorite mistake.

I think you're a bitch, I won't pretend.
And you're still an asshole, till the bitter end.
We broke each other, burned down love,
But the roots still rise — and that's enough.

Too old to blame, too tired to fight,
The family we built is the proof of life.

We hated, we loved, we broke, we bled.
But the family stands when we're both dead.

Favorite mistake — every time.
Favorite mistake — still mine.
Too old to blame, too proud to bend,
We broke it, we built it, we'd do it again.
You're my favorite mistake of mine.