And the sugar bowl was empty
But the house is full of filth
As I stir with the end of a knife
I wish that maybe you were here more
Maybe you would notice when the
Sugar bowl needs filling
Maybe you would notice
The incisions on my arms
Maybe you were always
So observant that way
I was just another specimen
But I was happy
And now you�re gone
And I still have to
Fill the sugar bowl
With artificial sweetness
Fill my life
With artificial love
