Patterns Lyrics

Prosecco when your happy

Tequila when your sad

You've made your brain a prison

We're gonna feel it when your mad

We took alot for granted

Masked the pain with jokes

I always stuck my neck out

Til you chopped me in the ...

So set this phase to "self destuct"

Never could leave well enough

Paint me a picture, one that's not dropping with blood

Of a treeline, or that cat or your tiny river house

I am the mangled yellow finch

Still dangling from its mouth

Sometimes I think I see you

A silhouette through mist

Buried in your backyard

With what could have been

No I can't stop you gotta cut me off

No I can't stop you gotta cut me off

Sleeping off the demons

Out of pills and out of reasons

Still searching for the meaning of enough

Some things we do for money

Some things we did because

"The rest is all just static"

You taught me that down at the swamp

I guess it never really mattered

The pattern is the pattern

It never really mattered

The pattern is the pattern