Song Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, well, picture me standing in borrowed vows
In a room full of whispers they don’t say out loud
Silk dresses brushing secrets down the aisle
Champagne lips smiling sharp with denial
“Isn’t this perfect?” a stranger sighs
While the truth slips out between crooked ties
White lace shaking, hands locked tight
Love looks calm, but it’s begging to fight
[Chorus]
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
Some things sound prettier when they’re never spoken before
No, it’s much better to smile and play your part
Wear grace like armor, hide the cracks in your heart
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
No, it’s much better to face these things with a sense of—
[Post-Chorus]
Poise and rationality
Again
[Verse 2]
Oh well, let’s pretend this was meant to be
If we don’t say it out loud, it’s honesty
Raise your glass, let the lies all toast
Here’s to love held together by what hurts most
They say, “Relax, it’s just a scene”
If nobody asks, we’re perfectly clean
Spin the truth till it sounds just right
If it looks like love, it must be alright
[Chorus]
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
Some things sound better when you ignore them all
No, it’s much better to dance through the fire and sparks
Call it romance while we’re tearing apart
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
No, it’s much better to face these things with a sense of—
[Post-Chorus]
Poise and rationality
Again
[Bridge]
Confetti falls like a quiet crime
Everyone’s drunk on borrowed time
Say “I do” like it fixes pain
Say it loud enough, it sounds the same
Smile for the photo, don’t blink too slow
If you don’t look back, they’ll never know
That behind the curtain, behind the cheer
We buried the truth right here
[Chorus]
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
No, it’s much better to scream in metaphor
Dress it up with a laugh, call it sanity
Grace in chaos, poise in profanity
I chimed in like, “Haven’t you learned how to shut that door?”
No, it’s much better to face these things with a sense of—
[Post-Chorus]
Poise and rationality
Again
[Outro]
So close the door, dim the light
Call it love, call it right
I don’t write tragedies anymore—
I just tell the truth…
In rhyme and irony.
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