Patterns
Bad turns
They all come together
And it goes
One
Two
Three times
Sold
To the man standing to the side
You with black eyes
What's the matter
You got it on lock
Should be running scared
You're reeling from the shock
Got lucky
This
Time
Get to thinking that
Well, maybe its a sign
Got lucky this time
Got
Got
Got
Got
Got lucky this turn
These patterns
And colors
They all run together
In the end
In the end
In the end
In the end
In the end I'm just
Stuck on rope
I can't cope
She wanna give me hope
I'm just afraid of it
I don't acknowledge it
Like a pill
Suffocating it
Drown myself in it
Make it fit
All these bad excuses
I'm a nuisance and it shows
Why the f*ck is she still here
Like she froze
And became my home
Only for me
To be inside her heart
Until I break her apart