Runaways lyrics

Artist  : Sage Francis 
Song : Runaways



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  (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', refuse
to go down
The pinballs in their machine bounce between
abusive homes now
If its fighter flats, 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 in 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 at the tip of
your tongue
The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.
 
Say something collopial
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 sh*t hits the fan
Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there
dicks in the sand
Saying 'F**K 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 the schedule, they pretend
to befriend 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 bit*h once the dog catcher caught up
Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in
the pound
Being an orphan sucks, but I'm done 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)