Literally Right Now

Dessert

Maybe my soul's all wrong, but my body is alright. So why don't I fit into these gloves I call hands.

Maybe God didn't like the look of my face when he saw it. I wouldn't blame him, most of the time it's turned sideways.

Sometimes a big dog looks right into my eyes, and all I can say is, "I'm sorry" for usually he'll see nothing.

And my feet are dangling of the ground, tripping over the same step over and liver again.

At least my smile still makes people laugh.