Outlier

Yeah everybody's got their demons And everybody has their day Running through lost and lonely fields Full of smoke and full of haze Haven't seen this much division Hell, since the ninth Grade Haven't had any resistance To go out on my own way I don't mind Standing far from the fire Sometimes I'd just rather be the outlier I can normally sit around and gaze At moments elapsed through time When every bird has lost its tune And every word has lost its rhyme I don't mind Standing far from the fire Sometimes I'd just rather be the outlier Well, I don't mind Standing far from the fire Sometimes I'd just rather be...... the outlier