We Were Promised Jetpacks - Repeating Patterns

I walk into, somebody else's house
I turn right round, I'm quickly losing ground
And I poke myself in the eye just to check my vision
I hear, I see, so what have you done to me
I'm losing sight, I question my current plight
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

And I run into the Forrest,
And I'm tripping over branches
Looking over my shoulder
Chase me chase me catch me
You're pulling in six figures
I'm 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

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We Were Promised Jetpacks

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