Francis
You've got nothing but chances, Francis
Even if you go to Paris
The inside of your hands will always be the same
Just walk across the golden bridge
That your parents built for you
There are at least a million houses
You can pick one by the shore
You are a prince in real time, Francis
With a horse in the garage
It'll take you many places
And whisper who you are
Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead
Why don't you ask your little sister
To take another picture of you
Facing the bathroom mirror
With your tongue between your fingers
Too many chances, Francis
Just put on a smile
Everything's free, all the papers have been signed
Just loosen up the buttoned shirt
You won't ever make mistakes
'Cause you were never taught
How mistakes are made
You are a prince in real time, Francis
See balloons fill up the sky
You're invited to the party
Everybody likes your style
But you hide up in the attic
With panic in your eyes
As tears come rolling down
Your face like diamonds
Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead
Why don't you take another picture
With your thumbs up in the mirror?
Even in the winter your body is a sculpture
Even if you go to Paris
The inside of your hands will always be the same
Just walk across the golden bridge
That your parents built for you
There are at least a million houses
You can pick one by the shore
You are a prince in real time, Francis
With a horse in the garage
It'll take you many places
And whisper who you are
Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead
Why don't you ask your little sister
To take another picture of you
Facing the bathroom mirror
With your tongue between your fingers
Too many chances, Francis
Just put on a smile
Everything's free, all the papers have been signed
Just loosen up the buttoned shirt
You won't ever make mistakes
'Cause you were never taught
How mistakes are made
You are a prince in real time, Francis
See balloons fill up the sky
You're invited to the party
Everybody likes your style
But you hide up in the attic
With panic in your eyes
As tears come rolling down
Your face like diamonds
Everybody's got a problem
And they treat it like a pet
Feed it when it's hungry
And cry when it is dead
Why don't you take another picture
With your thumbs up in the mirror?
Even in the winter your body is a sculpture
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Writer(s): Mense Reents, Sophia Kennedy
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