I DON'T FIT THE FRAME [Intro – spoken word] Please do not adjust your screens. This is not a malfunction. It’s me. [Verse 1] Got a library under my skin, neon in my head, I ask the kind of questions people wish I never said. When they tell me, “A woman should…” I raise a STOP sign, cut the word “should” out and launch it past the skyline. I’m not a footnote in somebody else’s theory, won’t be decoration in a story written for me. I’ve got my own language, my own alphabet, part manifesto, part cabaret. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t measure me with your ruler, don’t smooth out every letter. If a stereotype is a cage, I’ll turn the cage into a stage. [Chorus] I don’t fit the frame, so let the frame go up in flames. Don’t ask me who I’m meant to be, I’ll tell you who I choose to be. Freaky mind, intellect, happening, short-circuiting old narratives. I am not the scandal. Your little system’s panicking. [Verse 2] I enter the room and rearrange the meaning, turn the ordinary into something worth seeing. Controversy? Sometimes you need that crack to see who put the filter on the way we look at facts. I don’t need a pedestal, don’t need a drawer, don’t need instructions on what “feminine” is for. I can be cold logic dressed in the absurd, a serious question wearing glitter on every word. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t measure me with your ruler, don’t smooth out every letter. If a stereotype is a cage, I’ll turn the cage into a stage. [Chorus] I don’t fit the frame, so let the frame go up in flames. Don’t ask me who I’m meant to be, I’ll tell you who I choose to be. Freaky mind, intellect, happening, short-circuiting old narratives. I am not the scandal. Your little system’s panicking. [Bridge – spoken / building] Too smart? Too strange? Too loud? Too much? “Too” is just a tiny word placed in front of a woman who stopped asking for permission. [Break] I’m not “too much.” I am. [Final Chorus] I don’t fit the frame, and I like it that way. Let the scenery collapse when I walk onto the stage. Freaky mind, intellect, happening, no instructions, maximum meaning. I am not the scandal. I’m the question with no ready-made answer.
