Thirty Bullseyes

[Verse 1] Thirty bullseyes. I think that’s good enough. I set my gun down, and let my breath go. “Malina?” I jump at the sound. Finbar’s in the doorway, late and half-awake. [Pre-Chorus] His hair’s all tousled, and I stare too long. He walks in slow, like he knows I’m gone shy. [Chorus] Thirty bullseyes I did all right Thirty bullseyes and you said “good job” Thirty bullseyes my heart went light Thirty bullseyes when you looked my way [Verse 2] He glances at the targets, stacked up by the wall. His eyebrows lift, like he can’t believe it. “You’ve become quite the marksman. Good job.” And I can’t help smiling, small and bright and quiet. It feels good to make you proud. [Pre-Chorus] Because you’re so easy to believe in. And I feel smaller when you stand so close. [Chorus] Thirty bullseyes I did all right Thirty bullseyes and you said “good job” Thirty bullseyes my heart went light Thirty bullseyes when you looked my way [Bridge] Past one in the morning, everything softens. The room goes still, and so do I. I set my pride down, next to the gun case, and take your praise like it’s a warm light. [Chorus] Thirty bullseyes I did all right Thirty bullseyes and you said “good job” Thirty bullseyes my heart went light Thirty bullseyes when you looked my way