The Truth About Aspartame

words and music by Erik Brandon


Circle stains on empty plates
Metal pitchers run the edges of the counter, to and fro
Wooden sticks and plastic straws
Tiny packages of artificial sweeteners in a row

Every poison has its place
Every passion has a taste of something dangerous
That might not even show

Habits etched out over time
You know yours and I know mine
And there's no reason that should change
You always liked the real stuff best
Never cared for all the rest
So now it seems a little strange

That you're suddenly so sure
That its equal you prefer
After years of letting people think that you felt differently
Every poison has its place
Every passion has a taste of something bittersweet
Forgotten, long ago

And I don't wanna hear one more tale you believe
So you don't have to feel you were lying
When you gave me those reasons to leave
There was something I just wasn't buying
Really, no one here is saying you don't get to change your mind
But now to hear you sing
Changes everything

Circle stains on empty plates
Mental pictures mark the edge of really not too long ago
Wooden sticks and plastic straws
Hazy memories of people that I thought I used to know