Waiting I am, I’m in
Sweat erupts, I begin
Begin to feel like I’m drowning
In a sea of talented faces
We’re young, but we’re all wasters
I am Jack’s wasted life
Hollow I am, inside
Faking and lying but pride
Starts to make me feel drowsy
Your voice, “come back”
Not wasted enough to regret
I am Jack’s wasted life

I am Jack’s cold sweat
I am Jack’s regrets
I am drowning in
Jack’s secret fears
Wasted years
I am drowning

She’s smiling, smiling at me
I am slave, I am free
I’ll begin at the end of the story
Lately I’m starting to think
They’re all coming together
I am Jack’s paranoia
Salty, the tears I can taste
My fingers move to her face
I go back to the start
Of a story I can’t expand on
Been young since we can remember
I am Jack’s broken heart

I am Jack’s cold sweat
I am Jack’s regrets
I am drowning in
Jack’s secret fears
Wasted years
I am drowning