Preoccupied
I would never admit it, except here i am.
There's this lingering thought that just won't leave my head
and as it swirls and tumbles through my thoughts
I feel myself just a little preoccupied.
All through the day my mind wanders back there.
I try to get other things done and make my day productive.
It's difficult to keep focus and I wonder how Ill get anything done
when I'm constantly so preoccupied.
I can't help but smile as I hear those words again.
Over and over this voice rises up from somewhere in my memories
and it reminds me yet again that he told me
I'm not the only one who's preoccupied.
There's this lingering thought that just won't leave my head
and as it swirls and tumbles through my thoughts
I feel myself just a little preoccupied.
All through the day my mind wanders back there.
I try to get other things done and make my day productive.
It's difficult to keep focus and I wonder how Ill get anything done
when I'm constantly so preoccupied.
I can't help but smile as I hear those words again.
Over and over this voice rises up from somewhere in my memories
and it reminds me yet again that he told me
I'm not the only one who's preoccupied.