Strange On Purpose

Born on a Tuesday

In a town that felt sideways

Grandma read my birth chart

Said

"Kid

You’re a plot twist"

Hand-me-down sneakers

Mismatched lace

Same bad grip

Talking to the ceiling fan

Like it was my therapist

My life’s so strange on purpose

Crooked frame on a tilted surface

Spilling coffee on a brand-new shirt

Still walking like it don’t hurt

Yeah

I break

Then laugh

Then curse it

High-wire heart with a cheap-ass circus

If it’s weird

It’s probably mine

Strange on purpose

And I’m fine

Failed every small plan

Passed every big mess

Friends say I vanish

Then I answer their group text

Had a ring

Lost the ring

Kept the lesson

Kept the sting

Every wrong turn

Wrong door

Still led me back to something

All the left turns

All the late nights

All the wrong line at the right time

If there’s a map

I burned it

If there’s a box

I turned it

Into something that don’t quite fit

But it fits me [crescendo]