The Chattering Lack of Common Sense

Basically, I bet you'll see
At first I'm not quite what I seem
Every day is just the same
Picking names, repeating faces
Everything is show and tell
Things are played off somewhat well
Holding hands, we're rather bored
Nothing lines up anymore
I could never understand
How first impressions go unplanned
Everybody hides their face
How could I have noticed?
Nonetheless, we're all the same
There's many things from where we came
Show a smile, we're rather bored
Nothing lines up anymore
Turn around, about, a new view
Bring about the fear inside you
Make a storm of tears and anger
Nevermind, don't worry 'bout me
We've disposed of our contention
Do our best, avoid attention
Just accept the things you know
Well, maybe so
Wait…
What is going on here?
I'm a little out of sorts
I've been contemplating
Fallacies and things that scare me
Why not try to let go?
I've been feeling out of order
I'm allowing change, so
Take a good look, this is me
This is what I've come to be
This is what I've come to be
Look away, 'cause we forgot
The apathy that's tied in knots
Hearing now our every thought
Everything is show and tell
Things are played off somewhat well
All because we're rather bored
Nothing matters anymore
Moving along, dancing along, playing along
I am
Waiting for it, preparing it, looking for it
I am
Feeling around, messing around, looking at you
I am
Laughing a lot, losing a lot, looking at you
I am
Oh, what the hell should I do?
I've been feeling out of order
I've been sort of noticing
Fallacies and things that see me
Surely you've always known
I'm a little out of sorts
First impressions reborn
This is what I've come to be
This is what I shouldn't be
This is what I wanna be