Patterns

Cordially they drink away their Friday nights

Most others do the same among the ultralight

And I just sit here waiting for a change up

Something to relate to

At all

The hometown disillusion fuels their sense of pride

Plastered on their faces with no wish to hide

And I can't wait to pave my way through untouched roads

Take chance be bold

Can I?

I stay preaching the same old stories

A child goes out in a blaze of glory

I keep saying there's something wrong this time

So

Why does it happen at all?

Weaving in and out of patterns alone

The cold

The climb that people behold

They say it's worth it in the end

Oh well at least that's what we're told

A ticking time bomb when they mention us

Building bridges just to break my trust

My face turns red I'm rendered frozen

This generation's broken

I know

They all expect that we're fine

Drop to my knees and just accept the crime

Wipe the slate clean and redraw the line

Out of sight, out of mind

And I've been searching for bright ideas

But this disease is beyond repair

Cause I've tried every way to hit rewind

So

Why does it happen at all

Weaving in and out of patterns alone

The cold

The climb that people behold

They say it's worth it in the end

Oh well at least that's what we're told