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 aah
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