The Choice

What used to feel important

Doesn't feel so special anymore

I've been taking my time

Trying to figure out where I went wrong

Late nights just thinking of home

Four walls that I don't even know

And I'm left aching for something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Turns out I let you go

I've been chasing my own ghost

Something I thought I chose

Turns out I let you go

I've been chasing my own ghost

I've been chasing my own ghost

It's like a pressure over my chest

Don't know how to sleep when I'm alone

Wish that I could pretend

Time has got a hand that I can hold

Late nights just thinking of home

Four walls that I don't even know

And I'm left aching for something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Something I thought I chose

Turns out I let you go

I've been chasing my own ghost

Something I thought I chose

Turns out I let you go

I've been chasing my own ghost

I've been chasing my own ghost

Something I thought I chose

Turns out I let you go

I've been chasing my own ghost