I am Jack's sense of rejection I suck my finger, it stings He puts his hand on the shoulder And says a million stupid things I hear he's backwards and inbred I hear he's all kinds of things I put my head on the table And think a million stupid things I just want answers to questions And no-one knows what its worth To see a chink in the armour But I want more than this I hold it in I hate that grin But it's all good That smile is worn to be seen When faced with all of my demons I ran as fast as I could For shelter in my own ignorance Like any normal person would And you might label me indolent If you didn't know me too well You would say I have a problem And I'd say "Go to hell" When I am free It will be sunny forever And I can say that I feel fine Sitting here doing nothing That smile is worn to be seen Still I can't forget what you told me I can't forget what you said I can't stop seeing a target Painted on the back of his head Why does he smile when he sees me And wave as he passes by? Who doesn't he know what he represents? Why is that? I don't get it