I eat a couple Milky Ways for breakfast
I take my coffee light and sweet
Show up for dinner when you tell me to
I heap the sugar high and white on everything I eat

Carry an apple in my pocket
I write reminders on my skin
Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines
I tape them to the walls
It´s a bad place I´m in

And nothing you can say or do will stop me
And a thousand dead friends can´t stop me

I go back to places I remember
See what´s been going on without me
Stare down the strangers at the bus stop
Pretend they´ve been gossiping about me

White sugar by the spoonful
Canteloupes and grapes and watermelons
I force it down like it was medicine
Anybody asks you tell ´em what you want to tell ´em
But the best you´ve got is powerless against me
All your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me
Ahh