Lyrics Sage Francis

Sage Francis

Oliver Twisted

Reminiscing of when I was living in fear

Is he here yet?

I feel sweat building on my upper back

Children are under attack

With every question mark

When testing starts

Hearts burn and stomachs knot

Inner organs begin to morph in

To dinnerless orphans

Asking for more things to digest for Oliver

But I love her

You do?

I guess

What part, all of her?

Yeah except when she tempts men

You know those uncontrollable feelings and thoughts except them

Now I accept when she tempts men to extend

Plutonic handshakes and I'm all hung up on sex again

And untrusting is she still talking to him?

I'm hung up I used to be off the hook

Picked up girls and read them motives like an awful book

Put them down

Fast but gently to maintain the grass entry level position

Last century I had several decisions

To make before the new millenium

To secure finances

As for dollars did I make a mill or any?

Check the public record freedom of information

Act One Scene Two Third page Fourth paragraph

Fifth center sixth word seventh letter G

Seems like I ain't make any

And I'm stuck clutching on to my very last penny

Loafer searching every crevice of the sofa

Warning you not to get any closer

I need some space to breathe

And he's making me

Shovel the snow cut the grass and rake the leaves

Take these responsibilities and shove 'em

These working boots weren't made for running

Your landscaping business

My hands are shaking hidden fists

Holding a dead fish

Breaking limp wrists

And listening for lisps

Smack speech impediments out your mouth piece

I'm all alone in the foster home

Killing myself with the house keys