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
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 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
 And I watch you go