not made for this

The more you've got it made
the less I feel I belong here
and I don't know how to tell you
I don't want the white picket fence dream
because I don't know how to explain
how lonely walking the line
makes me feel

I wasn't born to fit in
and I think I've always known that
but I still squish my soul
into ill fitting places
because some days
the need to belong
outways the instability
of true freedom

And the choices that have lead me
to this half life of ghosted dreams
and discontent
can't be banished by positive thinking
and restless feet that want to run
but have forgotten how

The more you've got it made
the less I feel I belong here