Dislodged from the supermarket shelf
Not feeling like yourself
Look around, look out for some help
But then you realise there's nobody else
Like you. They're all fine.
They're perfect bottles of wine.
Basking in sunlight
While you hide inside
How you long to be there
Standing so proud and so fair
In the world cares
About everyone but you
Something's out of place
You can't hide it from your face
Something's out of place
Your label is wrong
Something's out of place
Where it is you can't quite say
But something's out of place
And your taste is getting sour