Lyrics
Written this song
About a million times
Repeated the words
And I've sung the lines
And I've found myself
Trying to address
How there's so many people but I'm stuck with loneliness
Cause these repeating patterns
Will be the death of me
Getting drunk on fridays
Repeating history
No these repeating patterns
Won't ever set me free
Waking up on a monday
Stuck with reality
Do you ever
Feel a bit sick of things
Wanting something better
Eye contact darling
Because I realized
Everyone else was just a distraction
Not but a fraction
Of what we could have been
One day will
Cause these repeating patterns
Will be the death of me
Getting drunk on fridays
Repeating history
No these repeating patterns
Won't ever set me free
Waking up on a monday
Stuck with reality
WRITERS
REYNIR MANI ORRASON
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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