autopilot from winnowing by forest spirit, sun on your back

strung them along, don’t think
whatever is wrong won’t sink
down and away with time

some promises you won’t keep
are keeping them from their sleep
do i have to feed you lines?

just, come on, stop talking at me
don’t keep it around
i’ll pick up pace and i’ll cut it out

no, they will not make a scene, they’ll
find clothes on the sand
i’ll pick up dust and wait in your hand

so fling them a word or two
without giving thought or view
to anything out of sight

impressed you know how to breathe
autopilot machines don’t leave
flashing a warning light

so, come on, stop talking at me
don’t keep it around
i’ll pick up pace and i’ll cut it out, oh my g-d

no, they will not make a scene, they’ll
find clothes on the sand
they’ll pick up dust and wait in your hand, camará

no-one ever dies
they hang around and cry
watch your life go by
they kick you in the eye...

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• noise pop
• post-emo
• slacker rock