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
 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
 All your little schemes break when they come crashing up against me