Lagrecia Slower Than Manasses
At the top of my lungs I’ve been screaming and scheming
My high scream over midnight into morning
And then suddenly reflecting too much makes my heart tired
I left a paper trail, the span in Jersey
Of course I ripped 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, I feel lost
Maybe down in the gutter and I want out
But not for long
Cause 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've hid it in every corner
But the circle prevails
And my history can spell
Hey, na na na na, oh oh
Haven’t dug a hole I couldn’t write myself out off
So why do I feel like I owe some sort of apology?
For all the songs outta whack, you're whisper high rack
And the friends that I never go back
Hey hey, whoa woo, I feel lost
Maybe down in the gutter and I want out
But not for long
Cause the gutter, I figured out
Is the last place that I would be found
