Automaticity

All of the "I love you"s in the world
Precious as a string of plastic pearls
Bedazzling the landfill of your pure
Intentions

You’re
All
Set
To blow your cover
Will
You
Bet
Your life?

Automatic pilot, rest your eyes
Slapstick tightrope sleepwalkers survive
Kiss automaticity goodbye, it’s no
Protection

You
Don’t
Get
To do this over
You
Don’t
Get
More time

Your words are meaningless if you never put aside
Your disguise
Typing “save me” into a browser window won’t
Make it alright

So lifelike, when you take
Your placе
And say what you’re expectеd to say
In half-light, anyway
Some half-baked, half-awake
Embrace
Waiting for the end of the day
Or for a slap in the face

You
Don’t
Get
To do this over
Will
You
Bet
Your life

Unconscious in overdrive
I wanna open my eyes
And see your face in the lights
Oh!