10 A.M. Automatic
What about the night
Makes you change
From sweet to deranged?
What about my voice
Tells you who
Who's been wrong to you?
You've got pain
Like an addict
I'm leaving you
You got pain
Like an addict
Ten am automatic
I see darkness
Cover us
And your car
Kicks up dust
What about my ways
Makes you doubt
All these words from my mouth?
Writer/s: Dan Auerbach / Patrick Carney
