Automatic

Drawing in your hand.
Signs to understand
The door is open, there's no motion
I can't be your friend.

The days are automatic
In perfect lines, they stay
Running out on weekends
Trapped and on display

Eyes have thinner lines
The end now feels benign
Out of focus now, worship in disguise



Credits
Writer(s): Katelin Rogers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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