In The Rearview

So I got your messageAnd its been a long timeSince we have spoken face to faceI cant help to question your cause of interestIts just like the dead lay buried in the graveRight nowand I was feeling just content enough to forget youI've found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the lightI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowYou would rather be alone than admit you were wrongThan admit you were wrongThere's blood on the freewayPainting a poisoned pastKissed with a hard rain washed awayYou're back to your old waysCarelessly leaving tracksThe road you have chosenI refuse to takeRight Nowand I was feeling just content enough to forget youI've found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the lightI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowYou would rather be alone than admit you were wrongI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowI would rather die than admit that IDon't know don't knowYou would rather be aloneRight nowand I was feeling just content enough to forget youI've found that skeletons grow stronger when kept in the rearviewX[2]