Runaways

(Sage Francis)
Its 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 weve been lost in space
I keep putting expression-less upon my face
An awful waste of human skin who waits for
Autumn to begin
My fall from grace, will do me in too late (Im out of seasoning)
No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
Its Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
I change my mind more often than my undergarments
Abide abortion and other nonsense
Im an orphan who comes from
Providence
I am a sign from
God! For the parentally misguided (And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I dont know where
I come from
How do I know where to go?
Its not where youre from, not where youre at
Its where your going... and
I am going home (And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I dont know where
I come from
How do I know where to go?
Its not where youre from, not where youre at
Its where your going... and
I am going home... ...to where?
The land of the lost souls
Feeling the loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes
How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?
Framed, theyre 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 friend***** p
Rings of fire are connected at the elbow
Cause theyre tired, moms unexpectedly let go
The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive
Its 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, theyre standin, refuse to go down
The pin***** in their machine bounce between abusive homes now
If its fight or flight, theyll just choose to throw down
Aint nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town
I move with no sound...
I used to think
I was invisible
Til they stopped me mid-stride and said 'I think I seen a picture of you...'
Picture that ,
I said 'Nah I just got one of them faces Placed next to an expiration date that changes. I kind of look familiar, my name is on the tip of your tongue The lost look on my face makes you play dumb. Say something colloquial I need to get my bearings and a feel for where Im at but you aint hearin that. They shout 'freeze!' Im a tourist trapped by townies Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties Before I bounce, I hear them shout '
Someone help us out,
PLEASE!' Were all alone in the foster home Killin ourselves with the house keys... Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man And its a smelly mess once the *****t hits the fan Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there *****s in the sand Saying '
***** THE W
ORLD' cause they aint got no girl But who do they think I am? Think again, Im not that quick to plan ahead of time Im two steps behind their schedule, they pretend to have read my mind I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand Cause, theyre random scars caused from slap boxin with landlords I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts Turned ***** once the dog catcher caught up Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound Being an orphan sucks, but Im through with sneaking around I see my frown posted up on street lights And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like I never grow old, from what they show it seems like I never go home, and that doesnt seem right Cause they wont let me grow... And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved I feel rewarded offering a finders fee that I know no one will pay And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved Ive got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I dont know where I come from How do I know where to go? Its not where youre from, not where youre at Its where your going... and Iam going home... To the land of the lost souls Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes I feel rewarded offering a finders fee that I know no one will pay Ive got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finders fee that I know no one will pay Ive got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finders fee that I know no one will pay Ive got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways... ( kids shouting until end)