reasons why

A fall of race on yellow pages I've got no habitat or season to exist but, a hideaway lies somewhere south Where I can slink away and shut my mouth and if I think of something else I'll let you know It's a picture stolen from my sleep where the air chill and space is cheap and the faculty are all supervised. It's made from grit and sand It's small enough to hold in your hand. Imagine all the things that never end I hide my face on other days because I find it fun It separates old and gray The perfect time to lose your mind is when you know you're out yet you still have a chance The diaries of all their sons held something that was frowned upon a heavy taste of grime because the youth was lost before it had name no one laughed we felt ashamed It was too soon to say When the metal came alive You came around As I gathered up my few things I fell apart Hold yourself together now Every day I wait I think of all the things I used to say and how my folks are getting older by the hour I'm waiting for the day you prove that you're back to yourself again When the metal came alive You came around As I gathered up my few things I fell apart and a new day started Troops came flooding in and you, a guardian actress, had a reason to abuse myself Well, I said that I wasn't ready Who are you to say, "I think I'll run away"? True love We'll fall on our fucking faces