Tim McGraw Follow

Here's to the corners yet to turn

Here's to the bridges yet to burn

Here's to the whole thing blown apart

It's open season on my heart

Days go by like flying bricks

Leave gaping holes too deep to fix

I'd stay home if I were smart

It's open season on my heart

I can't blame anyone but me

For the wretched fool I've come to be

My tired excuses just don't fit

It don't look good from where I sit

I've tried to change without much luck

I reach a point where I get stuck

I hit the streets the fireworks start

It's open season on my heart

I can't be something that I'm not

I can't give the things I haven't got

I don't know where or what or when

I only know the shape I'm in

Here's to the bum down in the mouth

Here's to the whole thing going south

My own true love turned poison dart

It's open season on my heart

Here's turning heartaches into art

Here's to where target practice starts

I hit the street the fireworks start