Rearrange

I've always been the type of guy

To plant my feet and let the wind, tryna move my back

And it would just pass me by

With this life that I've been living, I've grown roots so I

Could push that wind back, so I can touch the sky

Too many hours and days, I can't rearrange

I'm not getting sick of the same, so damn it's a shame

That I got so short to remain right by you

And I know you know it, so I won't remind you

Too many words to a page that you can't explain