Doseone – Thy Pattern Lyrics

And when I slept you'd knead
Glue into my wings
Tie rocks across my eyes
And stab forth for
From where I sing
And I would not pretend to morn your death
I would honestly probably solemnly just tell Jeff

And I could explain all sorts of numb
But this ain't no, wound-licking tongue
And I could explain all sorts of numb
But this ain't no, wound-licking tongue

I keep trying to finish writing this line
About women hiding In their twenties
You want to complain, but you're (numb)

I am no settler
Not a girl in her twenties who knows what the fuck
(Let me rephrase)
I am no settler and ain't met yet a girl in her twenties who
Knows what she wants

And I could explain all sorts of numb
But this ain't no, wound-licking tongue
And I could explain all sorts of numb
But this ain't no, wound-licking tongue

I am N U M B from T R U S T to the tongue

I can tie the stem of a rose with my tongue
And the rows of my teeth
And woe that I reap
I can tie the stem of a rose with my tongue

Yeah, you know how to pick them
Like a cheetah on a sick one
Yeah, you know how to pick them
Like a cheetah on a sick one
Yeah, you know how to pick them
Like a cheetah on a sick one
Yeah, you know how to pick them
Like a cheetah on a sick one
Yeah, you know how to pick them
Like a cheetah on a sick one

It's my pattern
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
It's my pattern

I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
It's my pattern

I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
It's my pattern

I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
It's my pattern

I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
I give it up
It's my pattern