(Sage Francis) It's time to rethink every fact is imaginable Survival instinct dwells in a past is inhabitable I to pull fast ones over the slow parole board Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've lost in space I keep putting upon my face An awful of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin My from grace, will do me in too late (I'm out of seasoning) No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a It's Nobel, go to in a riding vehicle that he winterized I change my mind often than my undergarments abortion and other nonsense I'm an orphan who from Providence I am a sign from God! For the misguided
(And I know...) is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come How do I where to go? It's not where from, not where you're at where your going... and I am going home (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a If I know where I come from How do I know to go? not where you're from, not where you're at It's where going... and I am going home...
...to where? The of the lost souls Feeling the loneliness really only exists in abandoned foster homes How many images of missing can be fit onto a milk carton? Framed, starting to look the same Starting to say his name, and privileges As if found HIM! The strangest little kids the circle of false friendship Rings of fire are at the elbow Cause tired, moms unexpectedly let go The Velcro light component that keeps there cohesive It's the music! So we give to get sober experiences to hum to These kids play Red I look for weaknesses to run through With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go The pinballs in their machine bounce between homes now If its fight or flight, they'll choose to throw down Ain't like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town I with no sound... I used to think I was invisible Til they stopped me mid-stride and "I I seen a picture of you..." that, I said "Nah I just got one of them faces Placed next to an expiration date changes. I kind of familiar, my name is on the tip of your tongue The lost look on my face you play dumb. Say colloquial I need to get my and a feel for where I'm at but you hearin' that. They shout "freeze!" I'm a tourist by townies Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding I bounce, I hear them shout "Someone us out, PLEASE!" We're all in the foster home ourselves with the house keys... Not every broken can come equipped with a fix-it man And it's a smelly mess once the hits the fan just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause aint got no girl But who do think I am? Think again, I'm not that quick to plan of time I'm two steps behind schedule, they pretend to have read my mind I think they just the lines in the palm of my hand Cause, they're random scars caused from slap with landlords I ran with the dogs till I realized they all mutts Turned bitch once the dog caught up into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound Being an sucks, but I'm through with sneaking around I see my frown posted up on lights And telephone poles, from what show it seems like I grow old, from what they show it seems like I go home, and that doesn't seem right Cause won't let me grow...
And this is some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of introverted, unemployed and unshaved I feel offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay
And is where some go to the sunrays and the noise of subways introverted, unemployed and unshaved I've got multiple personalities and my inner are runaways
(And I know...) is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I from How do I where to go? not where you're from, not where you're at It's where going... and I am going home... To the land of the lost Feeling a loneliness really only exists in abandoned foster homes
I feel rewarded offering a fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one pay I've got multiple personalities and my children are runaways I rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple and my inner children are runaways... (kids shouting end)