Sage Francis - Runaways lyrics

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 expressionless looks
On my face an awful waste of human skin who
Wait's for Autumn to begin
My fall from grace will do me in too late
(I'm out of season) no spring chicken
Summer romance novel writer could win a prize

I change my mind more
Often then my undergarments
Aout abortion and other nonsense
I'm an orphan who comes from Providence
I am a sign from God!
To the parentally misguided

(And I know)
This 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)
This 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 "Hi!"s 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 and look
For weaknesses to run through
With reckless abandon they stand and
Refuse to go down
Pinballs in their machine bounce
Between abusive homes now
If it's fight or flight
They'll just choose to throw down
Ain't 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 I'm at"
But you ain't hearin' that
They shout "freeze!" I'm a
Tourist trapped by townies
Who put bounties out on me
In all surrounding counties
Before I bounce, I hear them shout
"Can someone help us out, PLEASE!"
We're 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 it's a smelly mess once
The shit hit's the fan
Kids just stand in their circle jerks
With their dicks in the sand
Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they
Ain't got no girl
But who do they think I am? Think again
I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time
I'm two steps behind the schedule
They pretend to have read my mind
I think they just misread the lines
In the palm of my hand, 'cause
They're random scars caused by
Slap boxin' with landlords
I ran with the dogs till I
Realized they were all mutts
Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up
Forced into trucks, boarded up
Put to sleep in the pound
Being an orphan sucks
But I'm 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 doesn't seem right
Cause they won't 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 finder's 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
I've 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 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 the land of the lost souls
Feeling a loneliness that really only
Exists in abandoned foster homes

I feel rewarded offering a
Finder's fee that I
Know no one will pay I've got
Multiple personalities and my inner
Children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a
Finder's fee that I
Know no one will pay I've got
Multiple personalities and my inner
Children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a
Finder's fee that I
Know no one will pay I've got
Multiple personalities and my inner
Children are runaways
(kids shouting until end)