Daggers - Chris Cresswell

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

Its six strings stretched out are my heart

I hope 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

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