Patterns from Flounder by Stay Mad

filled up to the breaking point
exhausted my last resorts
I'm overcome and unconcerned
latched on and now I'm stuck
falling under patterns for you

veil me under citizenship
passionfruit poisoned and polished up
feeling something but I don't know what
feed it through and I'll send it out
but it won't mean a thing

my baby's gone and where did I go
my lungs are filling up but nothing comes out so
you made a point and now I do understand

graveling, unraveling in my eye
practicing things so I come off fine

my baby's gone and where did I go
my lungs are filling up but nothing comes out so
you made a point and now I do understand it

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