Lyrics

through the automatic caution door
I regret the things that aren’t in store
but though I balk, I still must walk
through the automatic caution door.

I confess there’s still a mess inside
where I like to pretend I can hide
from then and now. No matter how
I confess, there’s still a mess inside.

You’ve got my back despite my front
What else did I believe I want?

Lord, I find myself as lost as sheep
as I’m waking up from sickened sleep.
When I needed help, I declared myself
Lord and found myself as lost as sheep.

You hold my face as if it’s nice
and say ‘You’re welcome; there’s no price.’

past the automatic caution door
I remember why I’m here once more
and now I fire me and retire
on the mattress you’ve placed on your floor
past the automatic caution door.