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
