Frances

Pulled off from the freeway pressed against the phone
Time was following an ever waxing metronome
The callback number plays as she goes tumbling out the side
Heaving at the guardrail, her eyes all wet and wide
Never lost her hope but often changed what she hoped for
Titrating medications like she's never seen before
Entrainment traps her mind as the ventilator breathes
She knows its only sadness but she seethes
Sister, sister, sister, where have you been
Hiding all this time
Running numbers through your head
Wondering what to leave unsaid
Tell me, tell me, tell me, is Pennsylvania
Acting out? Frances
I thought that you had control of things
I thought that you'd grown up now I'm just
Anxious, confused, and a little relieved
That things are exactly as we thought they'd be
No one knows better than us
There aren't many people that you can trust
I can take lots more of this, but God
We're all still waiting for you to show your face
The candle burns low but the light's a waste

So take some time to find the center
Save the nights for those you love
Some things become a mess
That's no way to treat a guest

There's a girl getting plastered on the plane
26 years and a lot to her name
I'm in a layover mentality
A phase of abnormality
She's an anchoress down in Philadelphia
Darting her eyes through an encyclopedia
I tried to calm her nerves
She said that not what she deserves
She said she wants to stop the feedback
She wants to live but she won't last
Amidst a whitewashing of color
She never got another chance
To tell it like it is now it's all in the past
The good things fade and the bad ones last, she tried to
Burn away the words that got her here
Solutions are easy, but never clear

So take some time and find the center
Save the nights for those you love
Some things become a mess
That's no way to treat a guest



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Crusciel
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