Runaways - Sage Francis
(Sage Francis) It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space I keep putting expression looks upon my face An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin While far from grace, will do me in to late (I'm out of seasoning) No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized I change my mind more often then my undergarments Abide abortion and other nonsense I'm an orphan who comes from Providence I am assigned from God! For the parentally misguided (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come from How do I know where to go? It's not where you're from, not where you're at It's where your going... and I am going home (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come from How do I know where to go? It's not where you're from, not where you're at It's where your going... and I am going home... ...to where? The land of the lost souls Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton? Framed, they're starting to look the same Starting to say his name, and claim privileges As if they found HIM! The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship Rings of fire are connected at the elbow Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober Life experiences to hum to These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through With reckless abandon, they're standin
Artist: Sage Francis
Title: Runaways