Runaways

(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-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

(I'm out of seasoning)

No spring chicken, 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 than my undergarments

Abide abortion and other nonsense

I'm 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 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 the 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', refuse to go down

The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now

If its 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 on armies and all surrounding counties

Before I bounce, I hear them shout

"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 hits the fan

Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand

Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint 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 their 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 from 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)