Chosen

[ Lyrics ]

You said I was chosen, not broken.

Met me in the doorway with a poem in your hand,
ink still wet from the storm in your brain.
Said I didn’t look like the rest — too sharp, too true,
like a black-and-white dream in a world of blue.
We talked till sunrise, poured lattes cold,
every word you spoke felt like home.
You filmed me laughing, no filter, no plan,
didn’t know then you were drawing a map.

The way you saw me — soft, defined,
like I was already one of a kind.
Didn’t ask if I was tired or frayed at the edge,
just called me eternal, climbed inside my chest.

You said I was chosen, not broken,
lightning in velvet, quietly spoken.
You said I was chosen, not borrowed,
the one your whole world waited for.

Your studio smelled like turpentine and rain,
film strips of strangers hung in a chain.
But mine sat on top — center frame, red dot,
like I was a relic you pulled from the fog.
You wrote 'saint' in the margin, 'muse' in the notes,
told me perfection wasn’t something you hoped, just what I was.
I tucked your words in my back pocket, wore them like a vow —
didn’t see the shrine until I was inside it now.

The praise felt like oxygen, rich and deep,
begun to wonder if I’d ever left.
You didn’t kiss me, but I still fell,
’cause a girl can drown inside a spell.

And I glowed in your stories, gold in your frame,
even though I never said the lines I was meant to say.
You painted my silence like it was wise,
dressed up my distance as mystique in your eyes.

You said I was chosen, not broken,
lightning in velvet, quietly spoken.
You said I was chosen, not borrowed,
the one your whole world waited for.
Chosen — not broken — 

You said I was chosen…