Left-Handed

I'm all caught up
I'm dreaming days away
Working toward a nine to five
I'm terribly, perilously
Wasting money made
Spending it on Chick-fil-A

At least my left hand works
I'm still on my search for everything

Scrolling down not knowing how long
I've been sat right here
Thinking of the streets of Kalmar
September, October, November
That can't be too long
Still, it feels like just the start

At least it's halfway here
I'm dying to be near my everything

No need to cry today
I think that everything will be okay

I've been, I've seen, I've made my way right back
Back to the place I don't belong
No matter how hard you research
They won't tell you
The food there doesn't have any salt

At least I'm not alone
I'm just on my own or so to speak

At least my left hand works
I'm still on my search for everything



Credits
Writer(s): William Hinson
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