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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