Target Practice from Jr. by The District Attorneys

Don’t drop the blue and red orange sky
Hitting hollow knees devil banging beats
In your proper prism
You’re not sleeping at night
Cast a leading sheet
On a great light

To the east of a feathering star fight
Obsessed with the mess whistling and hums
I seem to react when the force it comes

Lying in my bed to meet a friend
Tell the stories end to how im supposed
I thought that I could hate you now I know I shouldn’t think
You know Im just an easy target practice king

And Im only afraid of dark math
Sinister calculated and patterned
quilt with an Indian Hatchet Rag

It comes along soon
I become a lonesome tune
I become a lonesome tune

Lying in my bed to meet a friend
Tell the stories end to how im supposed
I thought that I could hate you now I know I shouldn’t think
You know Im just an easy target practice king

And when my time comes
Ill hold my feet in
Sweet I wont need company
Ive grown up with a shifters gaze
And in forts ive played in
I feel the same
Sweet I wont need company

Lying in my bed to meet a friend
Tell the stories end to how im supposed
I thought that I could hate you now I know I shouldn’t think
You know Im just an easy target practice

Riot in my head to meet a friend
Tell the stories end to how im supposed
I thought that I could change you now I know I shouldn’t think at all
You know Im just an easy target practice king

It comes along soon
I become a lonesome tune
I become a lonesome tune

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