Bad direction

I can get lost in a parking lot,

Miss the turn I've taken a hundred times,

Read the map upside down, swear it's right,

Then blame the road signs.

I overthink a two-word text,

Turn "okay" into the end of the world,

Make a U-turn through my own good sense—

Yeah, I'm that girl.

Ask me where I'm going?

Absolutely no idea.

Ask me where my heart goes?

Every time—

Right here.

My heart has bad directions,

No sense of north or south.

Takes every wrong-way highway,

Gets completely turned around.

But through every intersection,

Every detour I go through,

My heart has bad directions—

But it keeps pointing back to you.

Left—wrong.

Right—wrong.

Straight ahead—

Somehow still wrong.

You laugh when I say,

"I know a shortcut."

We both know that's a lie.

Ten minutes turns to forty-five,

But hey—

We're having a nice drive.

Maybe that's the whole thing.

Maybe love isn't knowing

Exactly where the road will end.

Maybe it's looking at who's beside you

When you're lost again.

My heart has bad directions,

No sense of north or south.

Takes every wrong-way highway,

Gets completely turned around.

But through every intersection,

Every detour I go through,

My heart has bad directions—

But it keeps pointing back to you.

I've followed fear down dead-end streets.

I've let doubt take the wheel.

I've mistaken being scared

For proof that something wasn't real.

I've tried to calculate forever,

Like love should come with coordinates.

But you can't GPS a feeling.

And maybe that's the point of it.

No compass.

No coordinates.

No perfect route to follow.

No guarantee tonight

Will look the same tomorrow.

Still—

If every road sign disappeared,

If every highway lost its name,

If somebody spun the whole damn world around—

I'd find you anyway.

My heart has bad directions,

But maybe that's okay.

It took the scenic route through everything

That brought me here today.

Every wrong turn taught me something,

Every mile gave me a clue.

My heart has bad directions—

But it got one thing right.

You.

Hey!

Wrong road—YOU.

Long way—YOU.

Lost again—YOU.

Every time—YOU.

Call me directionless.

Call me a mess.

Just don't ask me for directions.

Seriously.

Use your phone.