Soaring over frozen lakes
Makes me wanna crash this plane
But I'm not in control
Even my skeleton's nose is turning red
As we fly into oblivion
Each December I can feel him take the reigns
And dismember me while the outside stays the same
My winter autopilot's got a grip
I can recall his atmosphere by his bad habits
How he bites my nails
I push and so he pulls and pulls and pulls and pulls
Until he wins
When the horizon releases the sun
He retreats back into hibernation
I carry him for 9 months like a child
But i've met him over and over and he's not mine
My winter autopilot's got a grip
I can feel him at Thanksgiving
When my family talks politics
My winter autopilot's innocent
His only crime is being a man he can't help it
My winter autopilot
My winter autopilot
My winter autopilot
Will you miss me, autopilot?
My winter autopilot
My winter autopilot
My winter autopilot