I am allergic to the sun
And this air’s not polluted like I like
I am agnostic about the sea
And these wide open spaces terrify me
Take me back to the city
It’s horrible there, and I love it so
This whole rigmarole
Doesn’t like me at all
And the feeling is mutual
I am opposed to being young
Having fun is not on my itinerary
I’ve got a grudge with that seagull
He looks at me with such superiority
Take me where the roads are concrete
Where cigarette ash dusts the city streets
This whole environ
Seems totally wrong
I’ve already stayed far too long
I am allergic to the sun
And the sky - there’s just too much of it
I changed my mind about the sea
The mere idea now depresses me
Take me where I don’t stand out
Where there’s thousands of anxious nerds like me
This whole trip
I wish I’d skipped
And I need to get a grip
