At the top of my lungs I’ve been screaming and scheming   My high screaming from midnight into morning and in sunlight   Reflecting too much makes my heart tired      I left a paper trail, the span of Jersey   Of course I’ve lived it to shreds to remain a mystery   So if you’re thinking about getting close, closer to me   You just better back off, oh, back off      Hey hey, whoa woo, I feel lost   Maybe down in the gutter and I want out   But not for long   Cos the gutter, I figured out   Is the last place that I would be found      I remember this and that   I recall what is useless   I recollect and I recollect   But there’s no need for specifics   I’ve been back to square one so many times   I hid it in every corner   But the circle prevails   And my history gets filled      Hey, na na na na, oh oh   Haven’t dug a hole I couldn’t lie myself out off   So why do I feel like I owe some sort of apology?   For all the songs outta wack, the whisper high rack   And the friends that I gotta go back      Hey hey, whoa woo, I feel lost   Maybe down in the gutter and I want out   But not for long   Cos the gutter, I figured out   Is the last place that I would be found