Kelly Boesch - The Art Of Being Strange

Some people walk straight, fit in, lie well, must win.
But not you, my friend, not you, my friend.
You move like a bold idea,
Reckless without the fear of condemnation, judgment,
Or contempt.
You show up late, you leave too soon,
And dance alone in a crowded room.
You don't bend, you don't break,
You don't think about mistakes.
And the stories people tell, they can all just go to hell.
'Cause they don't see the world the same.