Taking off my rings in the evening

When I'm done caring for my teeth

Feeling mocked by the spots in the mirror that I've long had yet to clean

Constantly pestered by the questions that you think that you have leveraged over me

Beside me stands my friend, and I wonder

Should I reach out?

But what has this come to?

What will I be losing if you quit hanging around?

And the marksmen are shooting but they don't look like shooters

On the other side of the room, the dog is chewing up our shoes

The same fog gets in my view, and that's so hard to extinguish

I try to make this something new, but it all just feels so lived in

I wish you'd make this seem more unattainable

(But god, the wind feels so beautiful!)

I can't believe he'd read the story this way

It's all turned into such a game

And the marksmen are shooting but they don't look like shooters

On the other side of the room, the dog is sleeping by our shoes

The same fog gets in my view, and that's so hard to extinguish

I try to make this something new, but it all just feels so lived in

And I know you've got no sense now of finality

But if you feel like something wrong, stop in your tracks and think of me

It was nice of you to be here when I felt I had no one

But if I'm speaking selflessly, maybe it's time we start thinking about moving on

Oh, the marksmen are shooting

Oh, the marksmen are shooting

Oh, the marksmen are shooting

Oh, the marksmen are shooting

Oh, the marksmen are shooting

And I fear that I've been shot