Four Knives

The first one smelled like cherries and cheap red wine
We thought eternity was yours and mine
She slid in like a razor, laughing as she did
Left me nothing but the soot and the dirt we hid
I ripped that knife out, but the wound still burns
At fifteen years old, nothing hurts... until it turns.


The second was the queen of the midnight lanes
Leather, chrome, and a personal hell in her veins
She cut deeper, right across the live wire
We burned to ash in a freezing November fire
Her blade was serrated, it got caught in a rib
I still feel the cold in the place where she lived.


Too many names, not enough heat
Each one thought she made me complete
But there was no one to save...

Припев
Four women! Four knives in my heart!
One said "Stay", the other tore me apart
Four shots fired, and every one hit the mark
Now my heart is a tattered target in the dark!
Blood on the asphalt mixing with the rain
Four women... and we won't wait again.


The third was the silence before the storm
A saint with killer eyes, keeping me warm
She drove her steel right under the breath
While I slept, trusting her to death
The cleanest cut, a surgical seam
She taught me love is a silent scream.


And the fourth... oh, the fourth...
She just watched me fade away
She held the hilt while I begged her to stay
Didn't pull it out. Didn't strike the blow. Just stood near.
That was the sweetest blade with the poison I fear.



Припев
Four women! Four knives in my heart!
One said "Stay", the other tore me apart
Four shots fired, and every one hit the mark
Now my heart is a tattered target in the dark!
Blood on the asphalt mixing with the rain
Four women...