The Art Of Being Strange

I hope you never change.
It's the art of being strange.
The art of being strange.
You love with no rules, heartbeat, no doubts.
Completely true, my friend, completely you, my friend.
Your life's an unfolding play where you have the final say.
It's all beautiful and reckless and wild.
You show up late, you leave too soon,
And dance alone in a crowded room.
You don't bend, you don't break,
You don't think about mistakes.
And the stories people tell, they can all just go to hell.