[Verse 1] I kept a compass made of clay Its needle leaned the wrong-way way A thumbprint dent, a crooked seam Still pointed somewhere past the kiln [Pre-Chorus] I quit pretending I was round The cracks can map the turning ground [Chorus] Bent but bearing, here I go (Here we go!) Every flaw can help me grow (Help me grow!) I am not a perfect sphere I can steer from right here Bent but bearing, face ahead ( face ahead! ) Toward the roads I haven’t read [Verse 2] Some days my north is hard to find I ask the dent, it doesn’t lie The glaze is chipped; the hands are mine I’ll carry both across the line [Pre-Chorus] No need to sand my edges down I’ll make a path with what I’ve found [Chorus] Bent but bearing, here I go (Here we go!) Every flaw can help me grow (Help me grow!) I am not a perfect sphere I can steer from right here Bent but bearing, face ahead (Face ahead!) Toward the roads I haven’t read [Bridge] Turn by turn, the map is made Odd little angles don’t have to fade [Final Chorus] Bent but bearing, here I go (Here we go!) Every flaw can help me grow (Help me grow!) I am not a perfect sphere I can steer from right here Bent but bearing, face ahead (Face ahead!) Toward the roads I haven’t read [Outro] Bent but bearing—here I go
