Lucy Dacus, Hozier Bullseye

Heard you got a job as a mailman I heard you're playin' around in a couple of 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 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 thе bolts If our spell wore off, maybe it's all thеir 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 Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck I'll miss borrowin' your books to read your notes in the margin The closest I came to readin' 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 Holdin' each other so tight, we got stuck Found some of your stuff at the new house Packed it on accident when I was movin' 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 Lettin' 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 spinnin'