Automatic

Tried to open Pandora’s chest in the moonlight
Dragged the dull blade of my swiss army knife
Soon discovered there’s no heart where it should be
Yet I still feel X always marks the spot

It’s automatic, flip to panic
Pins and needles, drink the static
Out of phase and chalkboard scratches, oh

So dramatic, breathing into a brown bag
It’s pathetic, yet I can’t get a grip

It’s automatic, flip to panic
Pins and needles, drink the static
Out of phase and chalkboard scratches, oh