I Don't Like My Mind

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