I Don't Like My Mind کے بول

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, ooh 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