I, I hate the springtime
The sun sets way too late
The sun rises way to early
I, I hate the springtime
Hate the way it comes and goes
Hate the way it goes
Springtime blows
I hate the wasps and the bees and the birds
I hate the bugs and mosquitos eating me alive
I hate everything about the spring
I hate the way it's always too hot or too cold
Why can't it just be perfect
I don't like to be alone sometimes
I hate the weather
I hate the time
I don't don't like anything about the spring
Spring time
Spring time
Spring time
Spring time
Spring is like a broken melody
It's trying hard but it is not working
It wants to be something so much more
Than an empty season with nothing to offer
Last year
Around this time
Someone real close to me got cancer
And died
She tried her hardest
But didn't make it
And I don't want her death to be in vain, it
Deeply affected my whole family
My mother masking it with cigarette teeth
Mirrors and smoke are all I know now
I want it to go away, but I don't know how
To take the smoke and
Stomp it out
Erasing all of my own doubts
Oh yes, I still hate the springtime
I hate puffy eyes and bloody noses
I hate rashes everywhere
And uncontrollable tears
I hate the insects everywhere
Coming as uninvited guests
I hate really short spring breaks
I hate school testing
I hate spring, spring, spring
I hate spring, spring, spring
I hate spring, spring, spring
Spring spring spring