I’ll Choose You
It’s nine o clock, not half past eight
Guess I'll lose the heels and wait
Looks like you’re running late
Again
Overtaken by hunger pangs
I throw a burrito in the microwave
Just as you call
and say you’re on your way
Mm-hmm
I could keep quiet and pout
Or I could scream and shout
Or I could try
and break away, but

I choose to see
that’s just the way it is
I keep an extra chance on hand
For times like this
Someday we’ll laugh about it
I don’t doubt it
Of all the things I could run to
I think I'll choose you

When I'm wiped out and feeling blue
You always get me with and I love you
Your faults disappear from view
It’s true
I drop the tension and I don’t think twice
Imperfection is a fact of life so
It’s not a battle of who’s wrong or right
when we’re wearing thin
instead of giving in
I give us all I've got