In boxes underneath my bed,nI hid you over again,nLike movies where you know the end,nAnd you mouth the words before they're said, nI packed your stuff in a garbage bag,nAnd watched the years tear through and sag,nAnd I stripped the sheets off of my bed,nAs if it'd get me any rest... nnBut it played over and over again,nLike movies that you know the end to,nwe were just actors playing parts,nyou said you'd always bet on hearts. nnToday I woke to fallen snow,nThe first of many in Ohio,ncan't help but think that it means more,nLike shedding skin or closing doors, nSo I packed the snow into a ball,nAnd sent it over Mack Hall,nI watched it blend into white skies,nand it marked the end of sudden cries.nnBut it played over and over again,nLike movies that you know the end to,nwe were just actors playing parts,nyou said you'd always bet on hearts,nyou said you'd always be on hearts,nYou said you'd always bet on hearts,nYou said you'd always bet on hearts,nYou said you'd always bet on hearts.