Askew

“Wait—what?” I'm walking like a question mark, Sippin’ on a tilted spark. Whole world spinning, feet don't land, I’m the plan they didn’t plan. “Oops!” Skateboard brain on a trampoline, Thoughts bounce off this jellybean scene. Mirror cracks with a wink and grin, Normal’s boring — let the chaos in! My left shoe’s right, my clock’s on mute, Reality's wearing a leisure suit. Upside down, I feel brand new, I only dance when things go askew! I'm not wrong, I'm not right, I just turn left when the signs say right. Slanted logic, sideways truth, Coloring outside the youth. Everything's tilted, nothing feels new, But I dance better when the world’s askew! Call it a mess, I call it my view, Life looks better when it's bent in two! I'm not broken, just breaking through— Come get weird with me, let’s live askew! “Askew! Askew!” News is fake, my smile’s real, Riding shopping carts down a Ferris wheel. Paint my dreams with ketchup skies, Kiss goodbye to lowercase lies. Zigzag steps to a loopy beat, Dissonance tastes like something sweet. You follow rules, I make balloons, Twisting shapes out of full moons. Why fit in when you could… spin? When gravity fails, let the groove begin. Glue-stick shoes and a lightning mood, I crash into joy like a sugar-fueled dude. “Weird is wonderful!” “Weird is true!” The stars ain’t straight — they’re askew too. Everything's tilted, nothing feels new, But I dance better when the world’s askew! Call it a mess, I call it my view, Life looks better when it's bent in two! No GPS can map this route, I'm making magic while you're in doubt! “Askew! Askew!” Zippers for wings and a tutu brain, I hop on clouds like it’s a train. Marching band in a cotton zoo— And every beat says, “Stay askew!” Stay askew… “Off the map and overdue…” Stay askew… “We don’t fit—we groove right through.”