Odd Ones Out by Emma Gatrill Lyrics

If I do not write, I cannot think
My head and heart separated by ink
And ink is poison to my blood
It slows my pulse to a heavy thud

I cannot speak if I cannot think
So much outside so little within
I’m fragile as a glass
Teetering the expanse below vast

Brandished by my own labels
Categorised by my own system of worth
Like the vases on the table
We are the odd ones out

Don’t judge a book by its cover
Its façade is simple, simple to see
But by twenty pages in
You’ll find the story is not what it first seemed

Brandished by my own labels
Categorised by my own system of worth
Like the vases on the table
We are the odd ones out