with a sharpened blade you led the way   but it hurts to leave some behind   the cursive line   if life is a game, I guess I'll play for the grave   'cause sometimes it's so cold, a heart grows old      into a gleaming cage you gladly go   for a piece of darkly sweet remorse      in a shadowed lane you led away   from the fiery eyes below   that sparkled so   whether glitter or grey, everything is the same   and the dist between you and I goes by and by      for a bleeding change you charge the shore   while a pain got dull to even more      no, no, no- you won't, you won't   no, no, no- you won't, you won't      in carpool lane you sped away   but you got to have two or more   like three or four   when you held my gaze just to steer the day   and away to woah into night   to make it right      into a gleaming cage you gladly go   for a piece of darkly sweet remorse      no, no, no- you won't, you won't   no, no, no- you won't, you won't   no, no, no- you won't, you won't