Open Season On My Heart

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 just 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 my mouth
 Here's to the whole thing going south
 My own trus 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