Patterns - Sarah Close

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal

'Cause you are, all mine

But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it

She never told you she loves you

Now you’re stuck in the fire of the woods

He never told you he loves you

And you pick up all that you could

Why do you act like it doesn’t matter?

Why does it always end in a feud?

And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

I’d fit in your skin if I could, if I could, if I could, 'cause

'Cause I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

I’d fit in your skin if I could, if I could

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal

'Cause you are, all mine

But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it

When I tell you «I love you»

I know it doesn’t make it all good

But when I tell you «I love you»

You should know how I wish that it would

I’d go back and give you all that you needed

Corners that I can’t get to

And I’m just trying to pick up the pieces

I’d change them for you, if I could, if I could, if I could 'cause

(You got me caving hard in my open arms)

And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

(You got me caving hard in my open arms)

And I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

I’d fit in your skin if I could

Yeah I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

(You got me caving hard in my open arms)

I’m just trying to pick up the patterns

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal with it

Baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal

'Cause you are, all mine

But baby’s got a problem I don’t know how to deal, with it