In the Rearview

So I got your message
And it’s been a long time
Since we have spoken face to face
I can’t help to question your cause of interest
Just let the dead lay buried in their graves
Why now
When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
I’ve found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the light
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
You would rather be alone than admit you were wrong
Than admit you were wrong
There’s blood on the freeway
Painting a poisoned past
Kissed with a hard rain washed away
You’re back to your old ways
Carelessly leaving tracks
The road you have chosen
I refuse to take
Why now
When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
I’ve found skeletons grow stronger when kept from the light
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
You would rather be alone than admit you were wrong
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
I would rather die than admit that I
Don’t know, don’t know
You would rather be alone
Why now
When I was feeling just content enough to forget you
I’ve found that skeletons grow stronger when kept in the rearview