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 metMy 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 realIt'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 chooseFace 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
