His lips could shape a lie so sweet

His eyes, a charm that knew my street

Every word, a velvet knife

Promising a stolen life

And I tell myself, “Next week, he’s gone”

That the fever will move on

But they all see what I refuse –

These lips, these eyes, I won’t unchoose

I say I’ll forget, but the mirror knows

Every time he goes, the dark just grows

He leaves me here with twisted thoughts

Tied in knots, tied in knots

He walks out slow, doesn’t turn around

Leaves the ghost of him on the ground

My friends whisper, “You’ll call his name”

Long after you’ve drowned the flame

And I swear the memory’s getting thin

But his shadow’s still under my skin

Cause they all see what I refuse –

These lips, these eyes, I won’t unchoose