I'll warn you, if cornered, I'll scratch my way out of the pen Wired, an animal The claustrophobia begins You think I'm scared of girls Well maybe But I'm not afraid of you You want to scare me then you'll cling to me no matter what I do Tell you a secret They shared a needle once or twice I loved her, she loved me We slept together a couple of times You think I'm proud of this Well maybe But the shame you never lose Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse And it goes down every night This must be what jail is really like And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again
Lonely? Maybe Or maybe not It all depends Your ideal, your image Your definition of a friend If what you're shoveling is company Then I'd rather be alone Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go