Sitting on the edge of a an arm chair,
my seat belt unfastened,
shoelaces not tied.

Letting the wind mess my hair,
makeup all smudged
waking up all blurry eyed.

It's too early in the morning,
for my words to come out right,
just getting used to sunshine,
I'm still squinting in the light.

[refren]
And it looks like
a perfect day,
just to get away
oh, the mundane
has brought out the rebel
I was born to be...


And it feels like
the perfect time
just to break away
this is my life
it's a scission from the norm


I'm a non-conformist
I like doing stupid things
like laughing on a train
or falling in love again.

Television, magazines
they tell you how to live your life
but not how to use your brain.


It's too early in the morning,
for my words to come out right,
just getting used to sunshine,
I'm still squinting in the light.


[refren]
And it looks like
a perfect day,
just to get away
oh, the mundane
has brought out the rebel
I was born to be...


And it feels like
the perfect time
just to break away
this is my life
it's a scission from the norm.


I wanna do something I've never done
dip my toe beneath the surface of a sea
that I've never seen the bottom of

I'm not perfect
don't have to be
I can walk around in just bare feet
I'm comfortable in my own skin
my confidence, it starts within.

[refren]
And it looks like
a perfect day,
just to get away
oh, the mundane
has brought out the rebel
I was born to be...


And it feels like
a perfect time
just to break away
this is my life
it's a scission from the norm

scission from the norm.