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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thom Dunn
Background Vocals
Walker Dieckmann
Keyboards
Chris Correia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thom Dunn
Songwriter
Chris Correia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thom Dunn
Producer
Walker Dieckmann
Mixing Engineer
Chris Correia
Recording Engineer
Ted Gabbard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Six weeks ago
I was lying on the floor
With a bottle in my hand
Staring at the door
Waiting for a knock
But I wasn't anymore
When you came tonight
Now they picked me up
They brought me down
Dried me out
So I wouldn't drown
Said, "While you're staring in the face of doubt
Keep your distance
And wait it out"
So why would you come and run to me
Deep in the depths of misery?
Anyone could feel sympathy
I'm the only one who can't
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We're gonna tear this life down
We're gonna burn it
Right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I'm a razor sharp dagger, not a children's toy
I will speak in anger, and I will destroy
This love
Six weeks from now
I'll be doing just fine
The doctor prescribed
Whiskey and time
But tonight I would murder your memory
And I can't commit that crime
So why would you come and run to me
Deep in the depths of misery?
Anyone could feel sympathy
I'm the only one who can't
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We're gonna tear this life down
We're gonna burn it
Right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I'm a razor sharp dagger, not a children's toy
I will speak in anger and I will destroy
This love
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We're gonna tear this life down
We're gonna burn it
Right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I'm a razor sharp dagger, not a children's toy
I will speak in anger, and I will destroy this love
Pick any other doorstep
In any other town
If you come inside tonight
We're gonna tear this life down
We're gonna burn it
Right down
Pick any other evening
And any other boy
I'm a razor sharp dagger, not a children's toy
I will speak in anger, and I will destroy this love
Pick any other doorstep
Writer(s): Walker Dieckmann
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