I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
I never minded following all the rules
That were set for me
Just so long as they all made sense
And I could do just as I please
You can be yourself
I was told it ain't worth the fight
That kept me up all night
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
There's shorter roads and lighter loads
Only thing that you have to do
Be less of this and more of that
Til' there's little left of you
I could let the lies
Slide right through my 2 front teeth
That don't sit right with me
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
The deck is stacked my
bags are packed
One for all my many moods
I'll change again get strange again
What a joy it is to choose
I'll be satisfied and full of pride
When my wind has blown
Into the wild unknown
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all