Automated

Thoughts drift away, and I'm with you
Walking through my dreams feels like bad behavior
I don't know what else to do
You lean into me and say we're automated
The sky fades from gray to shades of blue
Pictures on TV becoming human nature
Stars rest upon this harvest moon
The universe around is automated
Now you walk into the room
You slip off your dress, it's not complicated
And I lie in your perfume
Touching ourselves because it's automated
Thoughts drift away, and I'm with you
A walk through my dreams feels like bad behavior
I don't know what else to do
You lean into me and say we're automated