Masters Music - Hits The Mark

You were walking late, last one through the door as always
Laughing your eyes, coffee on your sleeve, don't care
You say my name, like I'm some inside joke cliche
And just like that
Every little doubt's not there
You hit the mark every time you're aiming for my car
Pull out the dark, paint it over, turn it into art
You don't even try that hard, still you find the tiny cracks in my heart
One little look in the car park, yeah, somehow you