What Jail Is Like

I warn you, if cornered
I'll scratch my way out of the pen
I'm wired, an animal
The claustrophobia begins
You think I'm scared of girls, well maybe
But I'm not afraid of you
You wanna scare me, then you'll cling to me no matter what I do

Tell you a secret
We 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 idea, your image
Your definition of a friend
If what you're shovelling is company, then I'd rather be alone
The sentiment always goes much further than it was supposed to go

And it goes down every night
This must be what jail is really like
And I will scratch my way out of this pen
And I will fall back into you again
Ooh...

I warned you, if cornered
I'll scratch my way out of the pen
I'm wired, an animal...