We walk out every night   me and my left and right feet   into the month of april   when the wind is still sleet   And it's making me sneeze   All those flowers, all those tress   Why is everything that's good so allergic to me?      We would walk right up to you   And I would say just what I mean   Why are you so beautiful?   And why won't you call me?   And how are you so fucking cool?   That you don't even miss me   Why is everyone good so allergic to me?      And someday when I grow up,   I'll work in the pharmacy   and prescribe to everyone who is good   A me immunity   And they all will like me   Oh they all will like me   Oh everyone who's good will be in love with me