Disorganized Lyrics

I'm disorganized

It's the worst

I like to think that I make it work

When I think of you, I don't hurt that way

There's a coffee stain on my shirt

Must have spilled on my way to work

That's just a little bit less to get me thru the day

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As I sat on the bus ride home

I heard a man talking on the phone

I wish that you could've seen the look that was on his face

I could hear it all in his tone

His friend must have felt alone

He said

You gotta believe you'll make it thru today

Every now and then

Take a knee

Brother, go ahead

Dig in deep

If you can breathe right here, then breathe to me

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