Pilots

Most nights I lie awake

And in the morning I don't know what I want

I don't know what I want

It gets easy to bundle mistakes

Think em over every night for so long

Barely rested by dawn

Sooner later they're gone

Bask in the silence

Let my fate rest in the hands of the pilots

I'm not sure how I got this

But my hands are shaky at best

The weight under the stress

Another mark on the calendar down

Another day spent riding this merry-go-round

Blinded by the lights and the sounds

I'm feeling hazy and I'd like to step down

But I can't seem to find the ground

And this merry-go-round

Had gone and taken off

Bask in the silence

Let my fate rest in the hands of the pilots

Not sure how I got this

But my hands are shaky at best

The weight under the stress

I don't know how I got this

But my hands are shaky at best

The weight under the stress

Bask in the silence

Let my fate rest in the hands of the pilots