I like it    I don't like it

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 flyin' 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 this wreckless fool I've come to be

My tired excuses just don't fit

They don't look good from where I sit

I've tried to change without much luck

I reach the 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 what I haven't got

I don't know where or why or when

I only know the shape I'm in

So here's to the clown down in my mouth

Here's to the whole thing going south

My own true love's turned poison dart

It's open season on my heart

Here's turning heartaches into art

It's open season on my heart