Jack The Sax

Jack the sax is scratching his head

In a makeshift bed of water and lead.

"he'd be better off dead,"

His only friend said.

In the rain and hurting again,

For the price of fame,

For a lover's stain,

For one more day to stay the same.

I'd ask you to love me,

But you'd never love me back.

I'd ask you to hold me,

Just to feel the darkness crack.

Jack the sax is clutching the phone,

But there's no-one home and he feels alone,

And his pale white flesh

Has turned to stone.

I'd ask you to love me,

But you'd say it's just an act.

I'd ask you to hold me

Just to feel the darkness.