Analog Patterns

Verse 1

Left your sweatshirt on my chair

Didn't think you would care

Wonder if you see it there

Checking for a sign of a life once shared

Wonder if I am still your only nightmare

Still just trying to catch my breath in this stale air

Pre-Chorus

Tracing all the patterns on my palms

Trying to find some version of those older calms

But the frequency is skipping and it’s feeling wrong

It's just taking me far too long

Chorus

Still got your name written in the margin

Waiting for your heart to open its garden

Why are you making it so hard then

So hard then

Why are you making it so hard then

Keep on begging for a simple pardon

Verse 2

Counting minutes till the sun descends

Wondering where the hollow silence ends

Missing how your laughter used to make amends

Now we are barely even trying to pretend

Funny how the whole dynamic bends

Watching as the circle of our luck distends

Pre-Chorus

Tracing all the patterns on my palms

Trying to find some version of those older calms

But the frequency is skipping and it’s feeling wrong

It's just taking me far too long

Chorus

Still got your name written in the margin

Waiting for your heart to open its garden

Why are you making it so hard then

So hard then

Why are you making it so hard then

Keep on begging for a simple pardon

Bridge

Maybe it's the bit-crush on the memory

Distorting all the things you ever said to me

A little bit of hiss in the symmetry

Feeling like a stranger in your history

Chorus

Still got your name written in the margin

Waiting for your heart to open its garden

Why are you making it so hard then

So hard then

Why are you making it so hard then

Keep on begging for a simple pardon