10:15 on a Saturday night
My ghost sprouts wings and I take flight
The walls close in along with my head
I descend into my bed
I can't get out, I can't get out, out, out…
Hearts in my eyes
Clubs in my eyes
Spades in my eyes
Diamonds in my eyes
Black Jack
Look in the mirror and what do I see?
There's a gaping wound in the center of me
My hand slides in like a skeleton key
Releases me from this menagerie
Look in the mirror, I don't like what I see
What is this looking back at me?
Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack, Black Jack
Hearts in my eyes
Clubs in my eyes
Spades in my eyes
Diamonds in my eyes