I walk into, somebody else's house I turn right round and I'm quickly losing ground And I poke myself in the eye just to check my vision I hear, I see, I know what you've done to me I'm losing sight, I question my current plight And I polled myself, the results were inconclusive I run I hide, commit social suicide I take a page, I openly plagiarise And I back myself into a corner and I'm not turning round I wait my turn, I wait for the line to get long I hit, I miss, I'm always aware of the risk And I talk myself into repeating patterns I run into the Forrest I'm tripping over branches I'm looking over my shoulder Chase me, chase me, catch me You're pulling in six figures I'm sticking up two fingers I wait my turn, I wait for the line to get long I hit I miss, I'm always aware of the risk And I talk myself into repeating patterns