[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
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