New Song 3*

[Verse 1] Heard you got a job as a mailman I heard you're playing around with a couple 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 doing it like you are [Verse 2] In many European cities, there's a bridge Where lovers put locks on their ends 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 the bolts If our spell wore off, maybe it's all their fault [Chorus] You're a bull's eye on a [?] I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize It was young love, it was dumb luck Holding each other so tight we got stuck... [Verse 2] I'll miss borrowing your books to read your notes in the margins The closest I came to reading 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 figure it all out Whoever is, I hope they're proud [Chorus] You're a bull's eye on a [?] I'm a straight shot, you're a grand prize It was young love, it was dumb luck Holding each other so tight we got stuck... [Bridge] Found some of your stuff at the new house Packed it on accident when I was moving 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 Watching the best-laid plans become empty threats But I meant every word I said When I said it [Outro] The world that we built meant the world to me When one world ends, the other worlds keep spinning