Bullseye

Heard you got a job as a mailman

I heard you're playin' around in a couple of bands

Wish I could come to the show, but I understand

Can't just walk in like any other fan

But I always loved the way you played guitar

You've got style, no one's doin' it like you are

In many European cities, there's a bridge

Where lovers put locks on the rails

And throw their keys into the river beneath

We were two such suckers

But the metal weighs down the bearings and the city has to cut thе bolts

If our spell wore off, maybe it's all thеir fault

You're a bullseye, and I aimed right

I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize

It was young love, it was dumb luck

Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck

I'll miss borrowin' your books to read your notes in the margin

The closest I came to readin' your mind

The answers to the questions only made more questions

I hope you're never fully satisfied

But I wanted to be there the day you figured it all out

Whoever is, I hope they're proud

You're a bullseye, and I aimed right

I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize

It was young love, it was dumb luck

Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck

Found some of your stuff at my new house

Packed it on accident when I was movin' out

Probably wrong to think of them as your gifts to me

More like victims of my sentimentality

Man, it's hard to quit while you're ahead

Lettin' the best-laid plans become empty threats

But I meant every word I said, when I said it

The world that we built meant the world to me

When one world ends, the other worlds keep spinnin'