Patterns

Sensing a pattern (again) Will it ever get better Will it ever get easier Will it ever get less like tearing Off a limb every time I call it off? I always choose the card I always choose the worst time I overthink it call my mum and she says I'm crazy I hate to say I'm sensing a pattern (again) I hate to say I see it happen (again) I don't know how to be alone I call it then I wait by the phone And it's looking like news to me Feelin' it like I'm the anomaly Feelin' it like I'm who's getting hurt not the one who's hurting you It begins in the gut, then crawls into my throat I can't deny it [?] speak it or let it happen I hate to say I'm sensing a pattern (again) I hate to say I see it happen (again) I don't know how to be alone I call it then I wait by the phone Will I ever get better I could always get busier Will it ever feel less like tearing Off a limb every time I call it off I hate to say I'm sensing a pattern I hate to say I see it happen (again) I don't know how to be alone I call it then I wait by the phone I hate to say I'm sensing a pattern (again) I hate to say I see it happen (again) I don't know how to be alone I call it then I wait by the phone