Strange and Singular Selves

[Verse 1]
You learned to fold your elbows in
To fit the room they built too small
They named your colors like a fault
And called your difference your downfall
But I have seen you laugh unguarded
With paint still drying on your hands
You were never made for their outline
You were made to take your stand

[Pre-Chorus]
If their eyes can’t read your shape
That doesn’t mean you’re wrong
Keep the parts they couldn’t hold
They’re where your life belongs

[Chorus]
Don’t let a world that can’t understand you
Talk you out of being who you are
If nobody gives you love to carry
Come to me; I’ll meet you where you are
Find the ones who fill your cup beside you
Let them pour, and pour for them too
It’s our strange and singular selves
That make this life worth living through

[Verse 2]
You don’t owe them softer edges
You don’t owe them borrowed words
Keep the jokes they never noticed
Keep the songs they never heard
There are hands that won’t demand you
Trade your truth to earn a seat
There are hearts that make a table
Wide enough for all your needs

[Pre-Chorus]
If their eyes can’t read your shape
That doesn’t mean you’re wrong
Keep the parts they couldn’t hold
They’re where your life belongs

[Chorus]
Don’t let a world that can’t understand you
Talk you out of being who you are
If nobody gives you love to carry
Come to me; I’ll meet you where you are
Find the ones who fill your cup beside you
Let them pour, and pour for them too
It’s our strange and singular selves
That make this life worth living through

[Bridge]
When the old voices crowd the doorway
When your name feels hard to say
Take my hand, then find your people
Make a place that makes you stay
No one person holds the whole sky
No one heart should do it all
We keep each other from going empty
We answer every honest call

[Final Chorus]
Don’t let a world that can’t understand you
Talk you out of being who you are
If nobody gives you love to carry
Come to me; I’ll meet you where you are
Find the ones who fill your cup beside you
Let them pour, and pour for them too
It’s our strange and singular selves
That make this life worth living through

[Outro]
You are not a shape to smooth away
You are not a debt you have to pay
Find your people; let them in
Let your whole life begin