Bullseye - Lucy Dacus/Hozier

Lyrics by：Lucy Dacus

Composed by：Lucy Dacus

Produced by：Blake Mills/Lucy Dacus

Heard you got a job as a mailman

I heard you're playing around in 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 play 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 the bolts

If our spell wore off maybe it's all their 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

Holding each other so tight we got stuck

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 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

Holding each other so tight we got stuck

Found some of your stuff at my 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

Letting 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 spinning