We Were Promised Jetpacks - Repeating Patterns

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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