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