Patterns

Stubborn habits they die hard,
which explains why you won't call
I know I was the one who hurt you first.

But I got scared and I got lost,
couldn't verbalize my thoughts
I know we lasted quite some time but we held on.

Onto things I didn't need,
like the wine glass you made me
I'd sit and drink with heavy thoughts I'd write you songs.

But glass it breaks, and love it fades.
I threw the stem away two days ago.
And clothes they tear, and love it wears.
Patterns can't explain us anymore.
Patterns can't explain.

Feels right at day and wrong at night,
I'll be the first to admit spite
your stubborn habits never compromised.
I know we lasted quite some time but happiness was far behind,
I'd sit and try to find some glue to make us right.
Made us into two strangers
your face I only recognized,
as for your voice it always seems uptight.
As for your voice....

But glass it breaks and love it fades.
I threw away the stem two days ago.
And clothes they tear, and love it wears.
Patterns can't explain us anymore.
Patterns can't explain.