Cathal Francis - Pattern Lyrics

Heart on sleeve
Through every dream and stomach heave
With all the time in the world to grieve another nothing
Hellbent on finding one who's heaven-sent
Wondering how
You're starved of all the closeness they won't allow

I thought I knew you well
I thought I knew you well, but

I know that you'll go
You haven't said a word
It's because you won't get hurt
Your pattern

Don't look back at the pet panic attack
Even though their eyes are black, there's always something
Make them sick, you're their carrot on a stick
The bone they retrieve
Your footsteps fall so softly when you leave

I thought I knew you well
I thought I knew you well, but

I know that you'll go
You haven't said a word
It's because you won't get hurt
I'm hollow, so I'll swallow
The toxins from your drip
My self-inflicted shoulder chip
My pattern
My pattern
My pattern