All Up the Seething Coast

I eat a couple Milky Ways for breakfast I take my coffee light and sweet Show up for dinner when you tell me to And I heap the sugar high and white on everything I eat Carry an apple in my pocket I write reminders on my skin Clip meaningless pictures from old magazines I tape them to the walls, it's a bad place I'm in And nothing you can say or do will stop me And a thousand dead friends can't stop me I go back to places I remember See what's been going on without me Stare down the strangers at the bus stop Pretend they've been gossiping about me White sugar by the spoonful Cantaloupes and grapes and watermelons I force it down like it was medicine Anybody asks, you tell 'em what you want to tell 'em But the best you've got is powerless against me And all your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me Ah