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 plagiarize 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 forest I'm tripping over branches I'm looking over my shoulder Chase me, chase me, catch me Pulling in six figures 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