Texty: Fireworks. Gospel. I Am The Challenger.

Keep my aim true like you wanted me to
Like you wanted me to
You always wanted me to
I'll make mistakes over and over again
You taught me not to be afraid
It's okay to make them again

Taking my chances on leaving tonight
I'm making the perfect mess of my life
But you make it feel alright
I'll keep on blowing it
I'm still the next one down
But you make it feel alright

We'll watch the news like we always do
The world's a fucked up place
But I feel alright with you
I'll keep my friends
That's the thing you do all over again
You said they'd make me a better man
And bring out who I am

I'm taking my chances on leaving tonight
I'm making the perfect mess of my life
But you make it feel alright
I'll keep on blowing it
I'm still the next one down
But you make it feel alright

When you open the door
It's like Christmas '93
I know it scares you
When I seem a little less than me
You tell me the things that seem to go as planned
Never really do
But I feel alright
Yes, I feel alright with you
Keep my aim true like you wanted me to