Patterns

I’ve been watching you
And it’s a pretty dance you often do
It rings a bell front row and center pew
And I can taste them
The edges of your words are trimmed in gold
And separated into verses in the back of my tongue

And I see ashes on your forehead
That aren’t there but I’ve got rug burns on my knees
Itching underneath tight denim
You’re no different than, you’re enemy

This is not a competition, but I see you
In the corner of my eye, you’re keeping score
You're no better than this
This is a show that I’ve seen before
I’ve seen both sides
And I recognize these patterns

And it's in your head, and it's in your head, and it's in your head
It was always there and it’s in there now and it always will be
It’s not their fault, no it’s not their fault, no it’s no ones fault
It was in your head, it’s all in your head, and it’s here to stay

And I spent one too many nights
Banging my head against the wall
To hear another voice
Telling me that I'm doing something wrong

So excommunicate me
You're no better
Than the fucked up doctrine
That sent me running
To your doorstep in the first place

I knew better than this
You’re better than this
You’re better
I knew better than this