Repeating Patterns - We Were Promised Jetpacks

I walk into somebody else’s house

I turn right round and I’m quickly losing ground

And I poke myself in the eye just to check my vision

I hear, I see, I know what you’ve done to me

I’m losing sight, I question my current plight

And I polled myself, the results were inconclusive

I run I hide, commit social suicide

I take a page, I openly plagiarise

And I back myself into a corner and I’m not turning 'round

I wait my turn

I wait for the line to get long

I hit, I miss, I’m always aware of the risk

And I talk myself into repeating patterns

I run into the forest

I’m tripping over branches

I’m looking over my shoulder

Chase me, chase me, catch me

Pulling in six figures

Sticking up two fingers

I wait my turn

I wait for the line to get long

I hit, I miss, I’m always aware of the risk

And I talk myself into repeating patterns