Too naive to run on the edge of the knife
This is the worst [BEST] mistake I [YOU] could make in [YOUR] my life
To spark a flame I was [YOU WERE] never meaning to light
I never wanted to [YOU'RE SMART ENOUGH TO NOT] ignite
A losing fight
[RIGHT?]
All cards are on the table
The image of the future used to be unstable
Distorted like a poor transmission on replay, though
Seems like we just discovered a connection cable
So now that we are caught in a candid shot
And I know it’s all my fault
My blood’s running cold, yet
The air is getting hot
Every single word hits another nasty spot
And it’s all because
I was simply
Too naive to run on the edge of the knife
Your compromise is my invitation to fight
Such heavy things declared in a voice all too light
“At last, the fortune’s on my side”
The laughter’s countered by
A harsh rejection, a coward’s dissent
And yet you keep that smile I have grown to resent
Whatever good may lie behind your intent
It feels so wrong, I can’t pretend
That I am not scared
As I've anticipated
Looks like your sense of decency has long degraded
But don’t forget with whom you are associated
Which sounds unfair, but fair play is overrated
Keep barking all you want
Cutting to the bone
You are like a cornered dog
Cut the microphone
“Won’t you help me bear this stone?”
Didn’t seem to work, then
“Trade someone’s hardship for your own”
Was what I meant
Glad you were
Too naive to run on the edge of the knife
It’s not about the strength, it’s about where you strike
You see, by now I’ve got no more dust left to bite
I’ve weaponized my helpless spite
Now how about that pride of yours?
A matter of morals, of course
Poor little boy can’t solve all his problems with force
Though playing heroes is not par for the course
For most of us, that’s how it goes
Let’s try on those roles