I want other thoughts
I don't like to be alone
with those opinions
about what I do

So I turn up the music
and I work hard, with a cake
on holidays, a whole cake
all for me

And then I feel sick
and I have to throw up
Another memory
that I won't lose

It's quietly waiting for doubts
and then it stands in line
with all my thoughts
about what I have done

Not a party, not a cake
not a whole cake for me
just my work, so
don't take that away from me