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
 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