It’s just so easy to be a misfit,
to try and befriend all of those ragdolls
that never end up on beautiful shelves.
You’ll have them all for your pretty selves.
And all of those misfits,
all of your ragdolls
will be there for you, no matter the holes,
no matter the tears and the spit and the blood,
cause what else would they do,
except be with you?
They’re so easy to fool,
so easy to love,
so easy to leave.
They’re so easy to break,
cause you’re so easy to fake
that all of those misfits
and all of those ragdolls
mean something to you.