You Chose The Right One (Live)

We all know someone who chose the "right one" over us don't we? The one who always chooses the broken mirror. You know two broken people can never fully heal. But with their choice we do. Sing it with me. The blueprint called for granite, but you settled for the silt, A structure held together by the weight of shared-out guilt. I offered you a bastion, every pillar cut from light, But you were looking for a basement just to hide away from sight. The symmetry of status is a burden to the blind, So you sought a jagged edge for a splintered state of mind. I was building for the ages, for the sun and for the gale, But you preferred the shelter of a house that’s built to fail. A marriage of the shadows, a merger of the dust, Finding comfort in the friction as or love crumbled to rust. Oh, you chose the right one, the one who shares your ghost, The perfect kind of hollow for a cold and tired host. It’s a resonance of tremors, a harmony of shakes, A celebration of the damage and a worship of the breaks. The alignment is seamless, the void is finally filled, But you only chose the valley 'cause the mountain was too still. The architecture narrowed as the pressure started mounting, Losses turned to assets in a crooked kind of counting. I was paving out the highway, I was clearing out the road, But you wanted a companion for the carrying of the load. A double-sided anchor dragging both beneath the tide, A pair of empty pockets with nothing left to hide. There’s a comfort in the sinking when you’re doing it in pairs, A slow descent together down a flight of broken stairs. The scale is finally level 'cause the weight is gone for good, A monument to "maybe" made of rotting splintered wood. Oh, you chose the right one, the one who needs the crutch, The perfect kind of nothing for a hand that fears to touch. It’s a masterpiece of leaning, a cathedral made of glass, Watching all the moments that you’ll never let surpass. The connection is absolute, the circuit is complete, But you only chose the poison 'cause the medicine’s too sweet. The pillar was too vertical, the summit was too high, A permanent horizon under an unforgiving sky. I would have been the foundation, the ground beneath the feet, But you needed a disaster to make the narrative complete. The Architect is watching while the plaster starts to peel, Seeing how the counterfeit is mimicking the real. I was offering the horizon, you were looking for a wall, A soft and padded corner for the time you chose to fall. You’re fueling a furnace that went cold many years ago, Trading in the harvest for the weeds you want to grow. The pillar was too vertical! The summit was too high! You’re terrified of living! While you’re far too scared to die! Oh, you chose the right one! The one who stays the same! Two players in a circle with no interest in changing lanes! It’s a symphony of stalling! It’s a beautifully heavy cost! You found the one who needs you, But the cost is I’m the love you lost! Oh, you chose the right one, the one who stays the same, Two players in a circle, with no interest in changing lanes. He’ll need the breath you’re giving, just to feel his pulse at all, And you’ll need him to be broken, so you never feel so small. It’s a masterpiece of sinking, it’s a beautifully heavy cost, You found the one who needs you, But the cost is I’m the love you lost. I’m the one you lost. I’m the one you lost. I’m the one you lost. I’m the one you lost.