Target Panic Lyrics

Yea, woke up

Yea

Woke up way past morning, weight of the whole world weighing on my shoulders

Feeling like I can't move forward but can't go back 'cause the past don't want me

I been tryna live in the moment but I'm getting lost in my head with no focus

I just need another fresh start, fuck closure

I'll be fine when I get where I'm supposed to

Head getting heavy and my feet getting colder, gotta move before they freeze over

I wish I could stay a little longer, but all the things in the mirror getting closer

I just know I need to move forward, it don't even matter where I'm going

Eyes on the road and the wheels in motion, can't read the signs and I'm blind to the omens

If there's writing on the wall I ain't noticed

'Cause wherever I go feel haunted

Leave it all behind, start over again

Still tryna find where home is

I been shooting for the stars and my goals, but I shoot myself down every time I get close

And it's self sabotaging, I know

Center of the scope, I could hit the target if I want but I don't

Wear myself down to the bone but I get to the last step, can't make it over

Self sabotaging, I know

Center of the scope, I could hit the target if I want but I

I can never see it through to the end, took three steps back but just two up ahead

Should've put myself first, like"who really cares?"

But there I go seeking approval again

Always knew who I am, how'd the fuck I forget?

Doubt creeping in and it grew in my head

Used to pretend, can't do it again

Fall for anything if I ain't true where I stand

I been tryna be a better man, tryna stand tall even when my legs can't find the strength

Tryna see it all if I can, but heavy is the head that ain't buried in the sand

Anything I want in the palm of my hand, I just gotta reach out and grab it

Gotta go through it to get to the next chapter

So we can laugh now and cry after

Yea

I been shooting for the stars and my goals, but I shoot myself down every time I get close

And it's self sabotaging, I know

Center of the scope, I could hit the target if I want but I don't

Wear myself down to the bone but I get to the last step, can't make it over

Self sabotaging, I know

Center of the scope, I could hit the target if I want but I

The right art is purposeless, aimless

The more obstinately you try to learn how to shoot the arrow for the sake of hitting the goal, the less you will succeed in the one and the further the other will recede