You once said you'd run at the first sign of my grand mistake
Drunken headlights, through the night, carry their ashes to the lake
Assault your best intentions
Death prevention in a vest that sunk like all the rest
You abstain from the game that was fixed by your foe
And you claim all the same that he lived through the snow
Though you knew for all this time that his corpse was yours to brine
I'm so impressed by your duress, when perfection was the crime