Safety in Patterns

thiscausticautumn

Track 8 on the album.

Safety in Patterns
I dream right through you.
Bring home the damage to sift through.
As I tear and fold you,
I feel strange and fall through.

Rub your eyes. Scour the clause.
I must def+ine what it is that I’m not.
Turpentine to soften the clots.
There is no pain but that of loss.

I’ll see right through you.
The damage, so soft that it suits you.
I still wear the old you.
You taste strange, but you’ll pull through.

Come inside with the rest of us.
Wait, I lied, it’s just me.
But if you like we can breathe
harder tonight than I have all week.
Sever ties. Collect dust.
Stand outside and colour me rust.
In comes a sigh and a calling of bluffs.
Just stay the night, or at least till the rush.

Just keep in mind exactly what it was that I had left undone.

I dream right through you.
Bring home the damage to sift through.
As I tear and fold you,
I feel strange and it fools you.

Awake and in patterns.
There’s safety in patterns.
I wait within patterns.
There’s safety in patterns.

I dream right through you.
Bring home the damage to sift through.
As I tear and fold you,
I feel strange and then fall through.
I’ll see right through you.
The damage, so sick that it suits you.
I still wear the old you,
You taste sour, but you’ll do.

I dream right through you.