History recurs, first as tragedy then as a farce
We're amatures, you'd probably let me dry on the red desert of mars
You let me down, I didn't expect at all a statement like this
You make me frown, 'cause the yeast gets weak week after week
'Cause I, icing sugar tears I cry, you were my strawberry pie

When I'm not enough you throw me away
You make me feel like a bread from the other day
After baking a vanilla cake
You pin me down to a bread from yesterday

Why can't we pretend, like this never happened and we burn up this page
This is the end, you made me quit the show and turn into a statue backstage
The syrup isn't working, the sponge cake is inedible 'cause it's out of the fridge
The loaf is burning, you were supposed to warm me up but you left me under the bridge
Icing sugar tears I cry, 'cause I, you were my strawberry pie

When I'm not enough you throw me away
You make me feel like a bread from the other day
After baking a vanilla cake
You pin me down to a bread from yesterday

When I'm not enough you throw me away
You make me feel like a bread from the other day
After baking a vanilla cake
You pin me down to a bread from yesterday

Who, ooh, ooh ooh
A bread from the other day

When I'm not enough you throw me away
You make me feel like a bread from the other day
After baking a vanilla cake
You pin me down to a bread from yesterday

When I'm not enough you throw me away
You make me feel like a bread from the other day
After baking a vanilla cake
You pin me down to a bread from yesterday