Manasses

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
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 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
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 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