Half Jack

When I let him in I feel my stitches getting sicker, I try to wash him out but like she said: the blood is thicker. And when i'm brave enough and find a clever way to kick him out, and I'm so high not even you and all your love could bring me down... I'm halfway home now, half hoping for a showdown, cause i'm not big enough to house this crowd. It might destroy me but i'd sacrifice my body if it meant i'd get the Jack part OUT. See, Jack, run...