[Verse 1] You keep your neat little boxes in a row I keep a pocket full of seeds I meant to sew My sleeves are mismatched, my ideas run ahead I make a crooked little map and call it home instead [Chorus] I’m proud of the odd, proud of the strange Proud of the sparks that refuse to behave If I don’t fit the frame, I’ll make my own shape I’m not too much—I’m a beautiful change [Verse 2] I name the clouds, give the kettle a crown Turn a wrong turn into the best part of town You say, “Be normal”—I smile, “Maybe someday” Then paint a new door where the wall used to stay [Breakdown] Some days I fold small, try to quiet my colors Then I remember: there’s room for the others I take one breath, let the strange back in The part you called too much is where I begin [Final Chorus] I’m proud of the odd, proud of the strange Proud of the sparks that refuse to behave If I don’t fit the frame, I’ll make my own shape I’m not too much—I’m a beautiful change Proud of the odd, let the whole world see The weird little wonder is the best of me
