Goals_

I’m fitting in
Like a bright green ambulance
I hold it in
Like softcore violence
Cuz I want it
I want it bad
I want it
For you to see me
I’m making strides
Towards my goals
Breathe away every last
Bit of my soul
With my heart in my hands
Blood in my throat
A hundred panic attacks
About to explode
But I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Voices out of phase
I can’t hear whatcha saying
Fight through the pain
Until the feelings go away
Cuz I want it
I’ve seen it before
I want it
I’m ready for more
I’m making strides
Towards my goals
Breathe away every last
Bit of my soul
With my heart in my hands
Blood in my throat
A hundred panic attacks
About to explode
But I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Towards my goals_
(I'm making strides)
Breathe away every last
(Towards my go-oh-oals)
Bit of my soul
With my heart in my hands
Blood in my throat
(Blood in my throat)
A hundred panic attacks
(Yea-ee-yea-eh, yea-ee-yea!)
About to explode
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides
Goals
Goals
I’m making strides