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