I don´t like my mind, I don´t like being left alone in a room
With all its opinions about the things that I´ve done

So, yeah, I blast music loud, and I work myself to the bone
And on an inconvenient Christmas, I eat a cake

A whole cake, all for me
Ooh, oh-oh

And then I get sick and throw up and there´s another memory that gets stuck
Inside the walls of my skull waiting for its turn to talk
And it may be a few years, but you can bet it´s there, waiting still
For me to be left alone in a room full of things that I´ve done

A whole cake, so please don´t take
Take this job from me

A whole cake, so please don´t take
Take my job from me