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 behind my lids in a bright grey shirt
I see him running, tripping, and falling, covered in dirt
I see a lot of 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 (ooh-ooh)
(Oh, oh)

Face to the ground
Change the sound
Time in your mind
Make it right

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 (ooh-ooh)
(Oh, oh) (ooh-ooh)
(Oh, oh)

Face to the ground
Change the sound
Time in your mind
Make it right

It's in the way that he moves
(Baby, let me take you home)
But I don't want to choose
(Baby, let me take you home)
(Oh, oh, yeah-hey)

Another day and I'll lose
(Baby, let me take you home)
But I don't want to choose
(Baby, let me take you home) (ooh-ooh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) (ooh-ooh)
(Oh, oh, ooh)