Hanging from Grace

And this Is where I paint words into lines I could not find from the punishment that stays and upholds my mind I'm hanging From grace Like the world moves slow at quicksand's pace Can the long chair fix what's led astray All of my adult life there were things I should've known But troubled time in my mind has me fucked up and alone Hanging from my wayside yea I think that you should go Even if that means you take the: Last Train Home Andiwatchyougo There are pieces to this puzzle that I can't seem to collect or scour from highest towers Or darkest crooked corners of my mind I should've asked you if you'd like to spend the night But it'd be wrong of me to pawn you off to places in my heart I couldn't find All of my adult life there were things I should've known But troubled time in my mind has fucked up and alone Hanging from my wayside yea I think that you should go Even if that means you take the: Last Train Home Andiwatchyougo