[Verse 1] I keep a paper moon inside my coat A pocket full of plans that miss the boat You ask me why I color past the lines I say the margins make a better sky [Pre-Chorus] I tried to fold my corners flat But every crease just sprang right back [Chorus] I’m proud to be the odd-shaped piece The crooked note that finds its key Too strange to fit, too full to hide I make a world from the outside So let me be my curious kind With paint on hands and sparks in mind [Verse 2] I name the cracks in sidewalks after birds Build little engines out of broken words You call it chaos; I call it a door A way to find what wasn’t there before [Chorus] I’m proud to be the odd-shaped piece The crooked note that finds its key Too strange to fit, too full to hide I make a world from the outside [Breakdown] If I don’t match, I’m not misplaced I’m making room for a different shape [Final Chorus] I’m proud to be the odd-shaped piece The crooked note that finds its key Too strange to fit, too full to hide I make a world from the outside No borrowed shape, no shrinking small My strange bright mind can hold it all
