Targets

She's walking gently down the aisle
Instincts tell you to run away and hide
Your "treasures" and disbelief in life

Cover up tremors, shakes and a stray hair
All eyes are on you, try to play fair
Traps are set out, x marks the spot
Sign here and be welcomed to the club

I miss my targets purposely
Sing my songs out of tune, but at least I'm free