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