The spring made me sick
There's pollen on the ground
And I am nowhere to be found
I'm trying to get to school to get through summer
But the air is thick and I'm getting dumber
The sun made me sick
My laces won't tie
And none of my sweaters fit right
I'm on the right path in the wrong direction
My brain's ignoring all the celebration
They're asking me the wrong questions
I'm giving them the wrong answers
They're giving me the right reasons
To start again
To start again
I'm on the right path
In the wrong direction
I got the right tools
And the wrong directions
The dust made me sick
Spring cleaning all around
Five minutes in I lie down
I need my boyfriend to come make my bed
I need to tan, I'll be pale when I'm dead
It's eighty in New York, but I'm not there
Ask me any question, I'm not there
(Hey are you going to that thing later?)
I'm full of shit
I wanna ditch
I'm on the right path
In the wrong direction
I got the right tools
And the wrong directions
Hey!