Patterns Lyrics

Launch me into space

Without saving face

Oh how odd we see on this odyssey

But this is how it's gotta be

I hope the pain subsides before the painter dies

Push the window pane aside then I decide to jump

But something interrupts my destructive behavior

Misery likes company and it's in love with me

Feelings puzzling, anger it is bubbling

Problems in a surplus, I'm getting pretty nervous

Before I short circuit tell me where the surf is

So I can ride this wave of emotion to the surface

It eats at epidermis

I gotta keep my cool, thermos

I'm repeating patterns, what's it even matter?

How am I so pissed with this empty bladder?

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home)

What's it even matter?

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home, what am I to do now?)

What's it even matter?

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

Damn, I'm losing faith

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

My mental health awaits

I'm a die or do derelict who's barely fit to run his life

Emotional terrorist or loving wife?

I need a psychotherapist or rustic knife

What's it like to die? I guess I'll trust in time

Knot around my neck, now I'm seeing colors

That's a tie-dye, tell me why try?

I sigh at the thought of overcoming

What the fuck am I becoming?

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home, what am I to do now?

When the page is gettin' blurry

You can find me in a flurry

Racing to the edge, time me, I'll hurry

Remind me I'm unsturdy, and I'm finally free of worry

I wish, scurry out of sight

Hurt me out of spite, your verses are too wordy when you write

The papers better white

It's always six-thirty on the clock cuz I'm up and down a lot

I'm up and down a lot

I'm up and down a lot

I'm up and down a lot

It's six-thirty on the clock so I'm up and down a lot

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home)

What's it even matter?

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home, what am I to do now?)

What's it even matter?

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

Damn, I'm losing faith

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

My mental health awaits

Damn, I can barely see, I'm searching for some clarity

I ball, optics, but the tears stop it

I'm sitting on the bench, next to Judi Dench

I'm just trying to soldier by while I'm looking thru my goldeneye

Stuck in old behavior

Watch me as I waver

I think I need a savior

You could save me later just don't do me any favors

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home)

What's it even matter?

(I'm going home)

I'm repeating patterns

(I'm going home, what am I to do now?)

What's it even matter?

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

Damn, I'm losing faith

Suicide syllables shootin' at my face

My mental health awaits

(My mental health awaits)