Cracks of Every Room (wersja 2)

New theme this time — about finding belonging after feeling like an outsider, since we haven't touched that yet in this set.

Intro

(uh)

Yeah

Verse 1

Spent my whole life feeling like the wrong shaped piece

Trying to fold myself down to fit somebody's peace

Sat in the corner of every room I ever walked in

Watching everybody else just naturally belonging

Then I found my people in the strangest little places

Found my rhythm in the room full of unmatched faces

We don't fit the mold, so we built our own instead

Found a home in all the things they said we'd never get

Pre-Chorus

And it took a minute, took a couple years

(couple years, couple years)

To find the room where nobody made me disappear

(couple years, couple years)

Chorus

I found my people in the cracks of every room

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Different colors, different rhythms, somehow still in sync

This is the sound of every outcast finally linked

(uh, oh-oh)

I found my people in the cracks of every room

(uh, oh-oh)

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Verse 2

Used to think the loneliness was just my permanent address

Used to think that fitting in meant making myself less

But the right room don't need you shrinking down to enter

It just needs you showing up exactly as the center

Now I got a circle that don't flinch at all my edges

People who don't need a map, they read between the ledges

This the kind of family you don't get from blood alone

You get it from the ones who turn a stranger into home

Pre-Chorus

And it took a minute, took a couple years

(couple years, couple years)

To find the room where nobody made me disappear

(couple years, couple years)

Chorus

I found my people in the cracks of every room

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Different colors, different rhythms, somehow still in sync

This is the sound of every outcast finally linked

(uh, oh-oh)

I found my people in the cracks of every room

(uh, oh-oh)

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Bridge

Stranger to home

(stranger to home)

Took the long road

(long road)

But every single detour

Led me right where I belong

Chorus

I found my people in the cracks of every room

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Different colors, different rhythms, somehow still in sync

This is the sound of every outcast finally linked

(uh, oh-oh)

I found my people in the cracks of every room

(uh, oh-oh)

We're the misfits, we're the static, we're the ones who bloom

Outro

(uh)

Finally linked

Yeah