I am Jack's broken heart
and I sit here alone, singing
Spitting teeth, coughing blood
from the beating I took
In the grey morning light
on the cold cement floor
I am Jack's darkened lungs
and I'm trying you see, as he runs for his life
And he's pleading for me
but I've never worked this hard and my fuel's almost gone
Run Jack, run
life's too short anyway
So let's toast to this lost life of
Too much coffee, too much work
too much lying, too much lust
Run Jack, run
life's too short anyway
So let's toast to this lost life of
Too much dancing, too much sex
too much nicotine and drugs
I am Jack's dearanged mind
and I wander this world
Looking for answers I'll never find
searching the places he left behind
Wallowing in the darkest corners of
this chemistry
Hoping it could take me out of this
Misery
