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