Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting to be cracked
These dolls and toys confuse me so
Confound it all, I love it though
Simple objects, nothing more
But something's hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmm...
I've read these Christmas books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my bony finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as deep
As I've been led to think
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me
It's simple really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because I cannot see it
Doesn't mean I can't believe it
Maybe one day, I can finish this song.
But not right now.
I can't relate to the rest of that.
two words : fuck off.
another word : hiatus
three words : until its over.
I'm trying to find my escape.
Would I escape this filthy prison if I slid a rusty blade across the pale wrists?
Would I escape this place if I slid a shiny silver knife across the neck?
Would I escape if I swallowed more than what's written on the box?
Would I escape if I drank more than I should?
Would I escape if I wander too close to the railings and vault over them?
Would I escape if I crash into the ground at 200 miles an hour?
Or would I just jump out of the boiling saucepan into the fire?
Overhead, Big Brother says through the intercom : today's message is in the song.
♥xo
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