Targets on the Range

Flushed out the targets on the range
Influx(in flocks) their fates are sealed
It’s not the ones that turn your head
But more the ones you feel
Someone’s always listening someone’s coming gotta get away from here
As someone slowly dies I rely on the photographs and I know
If all our memories are as damaged is this
We can swear to never tell anyone
I’ll be writing the future in the journals
I keep holding onto what the past never was
I, 0
set them on a list but a list got them dead
Was on a list unenlist, unenlist, on a monument
Misguided shots and Loose Champagne
Who knows what I’ve revealed
Last nights a blurry drunken mess
This town is unfucking real
Someone’s always listening someone’s coming got to get away from here
As Someone slowly dies I rely on the photograph and I know
If all our memories are as damaged as this
We can swear to never tell anyone
I’ll be writing the future in the journals
I keep holding on to what the past never was
I, I, I
Told you don’t waste your time
Soldier don’t (sold you to) get your hopes too high
Waiting for just the right words to let you down
Hallelujah hallelujah I’m coming home
If all our memories are as damaged as this
We can swear To never tell anyone
I’ll be writing the future in the journals I keep
Holding onto what the past Never was
Keep holding on unsatisfied
Keep holding on unmonumental