[Verse 1] You keep a paper moon inside your coat Draw little planets on the notes you wrote You take the long way just to see what's there And bring back colors nobody else can name [Pre-Chorus] They say, “Come down, come back in line” You grin and say, “I’m doing fine” [Chorus] I’m strange on purpose, bright and free A crooked little masterpiece I make my own way through the noise Turn every odd thought into a choice I’m strange on purpose—watch me begin The world gets wider when I let me in [Verse 2] You give your best ideas ridiculous names Build tiny worlds from scraps and mismatched frames If they don’t get it, let them wonder why Your kind of magic doesn’t need disguise [Breakdown] Maybe the map was never mine to follow Maybe the bend is where the colors start [Final Chorus] I’m strange on purpose, bright and free A crooked little masterpiece I make my own way through the noise Turn every odd thought into a choice I’m strange on purpose—loud and alive The more I’m myself, the more I arrive [Outro] No fixing what was never wrong I found my shape, and I belong
