Tim McGraw

Here's to the corners yet to turn
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
It's open season on my heart
Here's to the whole thing blown apart

Days go by like flyin' bricks
I'd just stay home if I were smart
Leave gaping holes, too deep to fix
It's open season on my heart

I can't blame anyone but me

For this wreckless fool I've come to be
They don't look good from where I sit
My tired excuses just don't fit
I hit the streets the fireworks start
I've tried to change without much luck

I reach the point where I get stuck
It's open season on my heart

I don't know where or why or when
I only know the shape I'm in
I can't give what I haven't got
I can't be something that I'm not
Here's to the whole thing going south

So here's to the clown down in my mouth

My own true love's turned poison dart
It's open season on my heart
It's open season on my heart
Here's turning heartaches into art