Misfit

Staying inside the box

Thinking normal thoughts

One slip up

Just might be

The end

And I cant stand

White walls, straight lines, clean kicks, boring friends

With a fear of not fitting in

All the time

I wanna be a Misfit baby

I wanna wear what I want

I wanna think my own thoughts

Intelligent, mature, maybe

A little insane

But I like it that way

They’re living in the same town

I’m at eleven

Still counting now

God forbid

 I ever stay in one place

And I cant stand

White walls, straight lines, clean kicks, boring friends

With a fear of not fitting in

All the time

I wanna be a Misfit baby

I wanna wear what I want

I wanna think my own thoughts

Intelligent, mature, maybe

A little insane

But I like it that way