John Frusciante - Goals

Goals Sucking on a rhyme You know I don’t feel right These dreams they steal all my time They take it from my eyes I don’t try as much to feel Anything these days I will try and reach the field And there I will stay No time comes to me now There’s nothing I’m for or opposed to There’s nothing I’m really supposed to do Goals disrupt the past One thing about a life It’s an endless straight line The dreams I once had They’ve taken me for a ride Just show me the way to leave That’s all I