Patterns in Repeat

That you'd walk into a room and tell me for the millionth time The many fine points to tell your story Like Calabasas was in bloom You know I'm frankly unaware of all the ways in which that is supposed to move me You could skip the end, the photograph, the friend The long returning trim that you'd foreseen Just patterns in repeat like they've always been You had your children on the fly Another child, another guy, another chance to fall in love again I fear they may have paid the price for the freedom of your life Though you would say that was a chance to show them An open door, a broken bone, a marble floor And patterns in repeat Forevermore Forevermore If only I had known you then A hanger-on, perhaps a friend An ear to bend around which way you saw it playing I tell it well, I try to sell them on the fact you were a match Ever a scratch away from bursting into flames and A light perfume that lingered in the room That everlasting tune you had to sing A smile or two, a gap between your tooth Your dirty underwear, your diamond ring Just patterns in repeat Like everything Like everything Like everything I want you to know that I gave it up willingly Nothing real was lost in the bringing of you to me I want you to have a piece of my maternal flame Part of me, eternity, intolerance for pain