Chosen

It was the last weekend of September, I stayed up all night long
Waiting for the fire ache in my heart to subside
It never happened
He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, most beautiful boy I'd ever met
My favorite books, around the clock scars of my knee
I see him behinAnnotated my lids in a bright grey shirt
I see him running tripping and falling, covered in dirt
I see a lot of these things lately i know, I know none of it is real

It's in the way that he moves but I don't want to choose

Another day and I'll lose, but i don't want to choose

Face to the ground, change the sound
Time in your mind, make it right