"Discombobulated" as written by Jorge Arturo Casillas, Jerry William O'neill, Edgardo G Casillas and Francisco Casillas....
Comes in late for work
Always late for life
Everyday's a struggle
Every night's a fight
It's 3 a.m.
Where have you been?
Just keep your head together
Even though it's wearing thin

You make a pit stop
At the bar every night
Familiar faces and the
Bartender listens to your plight
Placed all your bets
On this life you call your own
Here's looking at you, kid
The dealer's laughing at you

You can't hit pause
The cycle doesn't stop
It just keeps coming at you
Until you think you're gonna drop
What's the secret clause
It's driven us insane
Won't hold my breath
It's day to day

You see some people
With their functionality
What do they know?
How do they see?
Come stop livin'
And throw it all away
Can't stop the pressure cooker
From blowin' them away

Discombobulated

Too much work
It keeps him up at night
They go to school
And the kids aren't all right
Mom sits at home
With depression every day
Because it's meant to be
Or did you make it that way

Who's got the answer
Because I'm struggling today
A life with indecision
And no time for delay
And so for the ones
Who ain't all right
Cheers to you
Don't go down without a fight

Discombobulated


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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