Patterns

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