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
the 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 gray shirt
I see him tripping, running, falling, covered with 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
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
Baby, let me take you home
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
Baby, let me take you home
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