Jakey, Jakey.

Why do you feel the need, the fall in love?
Why do you feel the need to sit around and bleed?
Opening old wounds and killing the surroundings.
The people you fucked are all just mannequins.

And Jakey boy, they don’t really care,
And Jakey, Jakey, its in your hair,
And in your eyes and in your whiles,
Tomorrow will just disappoint you some more.

What is it to you, these girls wrapped up in blue?
To save and enslave and to wrap up in your arms?
And then you open old wounds and it all crashes apart,
And I’m there and prepared and you’re all butbutbut so scared.

And Jakey boy, they don’t really care,
And Jakey, Jakey, its in your hair,
And in your mind and on my mind,
Today was just an excuse for attention.

How do you, you keep on living your life?
And why aren’t you crying your eyes out now?
An animated harlequin of love-lines and innuendo,
The people you loved are all just mannequins.