in the rearview

so i got your message, and its been a long time, since we have spoken face to face, i cant help to question your cause of interest, its just like the dead lay buried in the grave, right now, and 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, right now, and 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, right now, and i was feeling just content enough to forget you, i've found that skeletons grow stronger when kept in the rearview,