Slip! Trip! Fall!

I used to dream about the future in a cold-blooded sweat

Like disappointment made from your own oppositions yet

You're like an open state with borders on the edges and middles

But with the entry only guaranteed on solving your riddles

But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
Slip, trip and fall, they always stumble and fight you
It's worthless at all to ever try and argue

I used to dream about the future in my own mind, and yet

The disappearance of my emptiness is constantly set

At the validity of my own values, morals, and such

In some vague hope that everything will fix itself right up

I used to dream about the past inside a regulated temp

Poking the bear of memories and try not to get eaten yet

You feel your insides curling inside out all of the same

Just like the several other times where it had happened to your brain

But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
Slip, trip and fall, they always stumble and fight you
It's worthless at all to ever try and argue

But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
But when you set your goal posts way too far
You're only setting yourself up for failure
Slip, trip and fall, they always stumble and fight you
It's worthless at all to ever try and argue