Birthday Cake

I couldn’t help myself
As with any teenage dysfunction
I had to keep it secret
No telling, no telling

Science was biased
”Some kind of illness
I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about
Boys don’t use their fingers that way”

Don’t they?
(“No, they don’t”)

I knew everything about scales and calories
Falling unconscious at random was my special skill

Every birthday was like hell
One cake after another
The walls could tell I never swallowed

A piece of cake, a piece of cake
”Just one piece
Swallow”

Nothing was found, least of all a cure
Nobody could tell
The difference, the difference

[Instrumental Break]

A piece of cake
"Swallow
Just one piece
Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow"