Compulsive Rearrangement Letra

Another cut back in the heart

All they're really thinking about
Are my thoughts – their whereabouts?
Trying to just be my friends
But in the end I trip again on life

(Chorus)
Falling down to me
Trying to make me see that this is right
Falling down on me
Try to change the way that I care
Falling down on me
Try to sort out calculations
Misinformation – entertainment – It's so unnecessary
And no it's not the same

As I play these same to chords
All the doors just seem to close
The doors you said would open up in time

Convoluted, too un-rooted
Time won't seem to work on me
To compulsively try to rearrange
My cubist form of metal readings