Chris Cresswell Daggers
Take out the knife deep in my back
We'll drown here in my blood
It's either this or a heart attack
Spent our years lighting up the black corners of our love
Only to fall victim to your dagger, they say
And when you're playing that guitar
You're really playing me
It's six strings stretched out are my heart
I know the wood will stain your hands
So you don't forget all I had to endure
And I'll never understand
They say friends they come and go
And you can't depend on them you know
I said stop this bleeding I'm a wreck
Take your dagger and roll
