Over fucking cake I cry and cry
And raise my arms into the sky
And you know what I say?
"Fuck this place, fuck this life
What's in it for me anyway?"
You look back at the missed opportunities and regrets
All the mornings and nights just thinking
"What the hell am I gonna do today?"
"Where do I go?"
"How do I start anew
To get out of this hell hole?"
And then you suddenly remember
That cake you bought
You forgot about it
And the receipt is gone
Going back for it hours later will be a struggle
So you fuss about it and whine and complain and cry
I want my money back
But I want the cake more
I deserve it don't I?
Shit, this has become a waste
No more fast food
Neither any food at all
I just want to lay down in this cold bed
In this cold house
And you try falling asleep whilst thinking
"Fuck it."
You roll over to turn
And try to get sleep
And what do you see?
A baby bundt cake
While you're only getting a peep
"There is my cake
It's been waiting for me all along."
Up in the middle of the night
You get the worst tummy ache