he lays his head upon the bed
of all the words he left unsaid
he quiets his disbeliefs
in the morning that she ran
from the shadow of a man
remembers lies so sweetly

bottled tight with pretty bows
behind a door they couldn't close
he waits for her to believe
in all the words he left unsaid
in all the time he took instead
he quiets his disbeliefs

CH
if choices made up all we are
they're telling me we've gone too far
to ever be what we believe
the choices made
the chances are

V2
she lays her hand upon her eyes
wondering whether all her whys
should stay should run should deal
all the cards upon the floor
love left just behind the door
looks cast break glass break all that was real

bottled tight with pretty bows
inside a heart she couldn't close
she gave and gave to steal
she leaves her hands upon her eyes
wondering whether all her whys
wondering whether wondering whether
wondering whether when if there is...

CH
if choices made up all we are
they're telling me we've gone too far
to ever be what we believe
the choice is made
the chances are

so drawn
so so drawn

CH
if choices made up all we are
they're telling me we've gone too far
to ever be what we believe
our choice is made
our chances are