with a sharpened blade you led the waynbut it hurts to leave some behindnthe cursive linenif life is a game, I guess I'll play for the graven'cause sometimes it's so cold, a heart grows oldnninto a gleaming cage you gladly gonfor a piece of darkly sweet remorsennin a shadowed lane you led awaynfrom the fiery eyes belownthat sparkled sonwhether glitter or grey, everything is the samenand the dist between you and I goes by and bynnfor a bleeding change you charge the shorenwhile a pain got dull to even morennno, no, no- you won't, you won'tnno, no, no- you won't, you won'tnnin carpool lane you sped awaynbut you got to have two or morenlike three or fournwhen you held my gaze just to steer the daynand away to woah into nightnto make it rightnninto a gleaming cage you gladly gonfor a piece of darkly sweet remorsennno, no, no- you won't, you won'tnno, no, no- you won't, you won'tnno, no, no- you won't, you won't