Everybody’s got a group,
People like to gather in circles.
But ever since back in school,
I tend to bounce around.
Today is nothing new,
Clearly I’m not part of your circle.
Some people think I’m rude,
But I stand out in a crowd.
Maybe I’m not ready
For what I spent my life in preparation for.
And maybe I’m just a baby,
Can’t reach the door
I crawl my way across the floor.
It’s my last day on the job, and I’m prepared to move on.
Just like back in high school, they won’t notice I’m gone.
Life’s a puzzle I don’t fit in, I’m in pieces again.
Every circle I’m not part of shows me what shape I’m in.