[Verse 1] Too broke for the wine crowd, too clean for the dive I sip tap water in a suit, tryin’ to feel alive They call me “quirky” like it’s cute, like I’m a zoo But they don’t hear the silence I come home to I walk like I matter, smile like I fit But I’m the punchline they keep forgetting to quit Too weird for the winners, too proud for the lost I don’t get the dream—but I still pay the cost [Pre-Chorus] One foot in the ballroom, one in the mud Tried to speak their language, just coughed up blood They all toast to purpose, I sip and stall Waiting on a text that won’t come at all [Chorus] I’m an outsider, stuck in the glow Watchin’ every party from the edge of the show Not broken enough to make it a brand Not rich enough to never need a hand They all got circles—I got loops Too soft for rebels, too cracked for suits I laugh it off, say “I like it this way” But I still press my face to the glass every day [Verse 2] Too smart for the nonsense, too dumb to ascend I quote Camus while asking for Venmo from friends I dress like I matter, but thrifted the look I’m a whole identity lost in a Barnes & Noble book I tried the scene, but they smelled the doubt I shook their hands, then wiped mine out Every room’s a test I didn’t prep for Every crowd’s a clique that forgot the door [Pre-Chorus 2] Too loud when I’m nervous, too quiet when clear I’m a ghost with wi-fi and a half-priced beer I blend like coffee that’s gone too stale Too sharp for heaven, too soft for hell [Chorus – Bigger, Bitter-Sweet] I’m an outsider, stuck in the seams Living in parentheses between two extremes Not tragic enough to get your tears Not shiny enough to buy my peers They got tribes and teams and chosen kin I got playlists and recycled sins Say “I’m chillin’”—nah, I’m adrift Still waiting for that social lift [Bridge – Soft, Spoken Word Over Minimal Music] I tell people I like the fringe That liminal’s my vibe But the truth is... I just want someone to mean it when they wave me inside [Final Chorus – Quiet, Then Swelling] I’m an outsider, yeah, that’s the name Built a brand on not playing the game But I still cry in Uber Pools Wonderin’ if I broke my own damn rules They say “just be yourself,” I tried But no one told me where that self hides So I write my lines and dodge the light An outsider in love with the invite
