I like sweet things.

They call it "a sweet tooth",
I'd say that's somewhat true.
But my tooth tends to sweeten
Only when my days turn to blue.

The world brings you down...
Then the sugar hits
And for a moment you feel the delicious energy
Surging through your veins.

You feel the dark become a little bit brighter,
And the hues of the blue no longer weigh down as much,
Upon your bruised shoulders.

Sugar just makes the world...
A bit sweeter.
So I'll run on a sugar rush.