I am tired of being a misfit
Fitting in everywhere
But wandering from group to group
From the orchestra cult
To the theater people and the bookworms
To other misfits
Once one group or relationship ends
I move on to the next
Always crashing into new souls
I’m tired of it being this way
I am a nomad
But I’d like for some people to stick with me
I can never find a tribe
That I can call my life
Because part of my heart often belongs in multiple places at once
I sometimes get bored of people,
Outgrow them
No one seems to care enough to hold on as hard as I try
So I simply let them go and I carry on soul surfing
I should trying crashing hard into another one
Then maybe we’d get stuck like shards of glass you can’t live without