Autopilot (Demo)

Written by: The Almost Hour

LYRICS
I don't want you back, I just want my jeans.
The ones you wore before I ripped up the knees
I don't want you back, I just want my first aid kit
And the effort I put into each hour wasted

So now I'll get wasted
Oh, this is the way it ought to be
I'll live on, adjacent 
To every dying memory

The weight of the past
Has sunk my heart through my skin and bed 
and burned itself into my floor
So I'll lock all the doors

And the salt in your voice, evidence of your plunder,
how it tears at my skin and burns holes in my eyes
Your very own souvenir, discovered under
the water, a failed last-attempt at staying alive

So now I'll get wasted
Oh, this is the way it ought to be
I'll live on, adjacent 
To every dying memory

The weight of the past
Has sunk my heart through my skin and bed 
and burned itself into my floor
So I'll lock all the doors

And I left you to wait at the depths of the sea,
in a nautical search for some treasure or potion
but you got distracted and never saved me
from floating alone in the vast, endless ocean    

The weight of the past
Has sunk my heart through my skin and bed 
and burned itself into my floor
So I'll lock all the doors

I don't want you back,
I just don't remember how to be alone anymore.
