Choice

  
It's not all magic it's not all a game 
When the excitement fades and each day seems the same,
Love doesn't feast it gets too thin.  
Skinny love is the name and wonder is the game.  
Stick with me
Oh see it through.  
Don't let those ashes fool you. 
It's from those embers the real love comes 
It's after dark when you learn to embrace the sun.  
I'll be happy to break a sweat. 
I'll be happy to yell at him. 
I'll be happy when things get real
Because then I'll know how he really feels.  
That's when his love will show the most
When he will choose to stay instead of become a ghost.  
So we sit and we wait and we hope to love,
But the actions to take us far above
The butterflies
They're too hard to do
Those words are too hard to say
They don't tell you it's a choice.  
They don't tell you you'll have work to do at all.  
They just tell you to fall.
In.  
They just tell you to fall.
Out.