With Worlds Lyrics

How did I get so isolated?

I was here then I was there

Other places too

I stuck the landings but nowhere stuck

I thought I'd see a coming-of-age

Not a Western

I'll be in the Bebop or the Sacaen plains

A mercenary moving right along

I'm sure I'll find a home

Not worried about that

But I wish these worlds that came and went left me feeling like I'm known

Not like I'm a misfit or a clone

Miniature orbs

Multicolored

What if I'm a frustum of a cone?

Find a square hole if you're a square peg

But what if I'm some sort of decagon?

No more whining

Words won't fix the things I feel

I should be happy with a mattress and a meal

'Cause I'm just a body with a mouth and a spine

Questioning design

I'd much rather articulate than drone

But I wish these worlds that came and went left me with the feeling of being known

We color in spaces with interpretations of the ways in which we've grown