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