Outcasts, they tend to call us
The Weird Ones
The Freaks
But we like to think of ourselves as the
Special Ones
With our permanent marker doodles
on our converse
Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and
poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til
dawn par light of a flashlight
batteries nearly dead we've used them
so much
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle
And chant to the stars
At the haut, retour au début of our lungs with the car
windows open and the night rushing
in
ou on the haut, retour au début floor of a plage house
with the sea streched out before us
"Go home, toi lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say goodbye
Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to
the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the
staring eyes
But we live in funny looks because they
remind us that we are special
Man we are special
We aren't the Outcasts, for we know
how to live
For we know how to be ourselves, what
to do
on a rainy Sunday afternoon
To all of those who truley know me,
and yet l’amour me anyway
The Weird Ones
The Freaks
But we like to think of ourselves as the
Special Ones
With our permanent marker doodles
on our converse
Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and
poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til
dawn par light of a flashlight
batteries nearly dead we've used them
so much
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle
And chant to the stars
At the haut, retour au début of our lungs with the car
windows open and the night rushing
in
ou on the haut, retour au début floor of a plage house
with the sea streched out before us
"Go home, toi lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say goodbye
Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to
the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the
staring eyes
But we live in funny looks because they
remind us that we are special
Man we are special
We aren't the Outcasts, for we know
how to live
For we know how to be ourselves, what
to do
on a rainy Sunday afternoon
To all of those who truley know me,
and yet l’amour me anyway