Autopilot

Mischief on my mind
My heart's been draggin'
It's feet
The past 7 days this week
Oh dear
Nothing seems clear
Scrape up what I can
For optimism
But the
Nihilist in me ends up winning
Every time
It's such a melancholic crime

Oh how funny it is
When we grow up
We become these tall kids
And that fire inside
Is now a dull flickering
When we grow up
We're flying Autopilot

Skeletons in my closet
Are lurking, conversing
And talking sh*t
Behind my back
Can you imagine that?
And my weakness
Your sweet, soft kiss
Planted upon my lips
I feel the rush of something
Delicate and true

Oh how funny it is
When we grow up
We become these tall kids
And that fire inside
Is now a dull flickering
When we grow up
We're flying Autopilot

Oh I know
It's hard to keep it all on track
When our precious hours
Wanna stab us in the back
Yearning to veer
Just a little off course
To feel alive
One more time

Oh how funny it is
When we grow up
We become these tall kids
And that fire inside
Is a dull flickering
When we grow up
We're flying Autopilot



Credits
Writer(s): Linden Gigliotti
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