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