Thought of giving up the ghost
Catching a ride to either coast
Home is where it hurts the most
Where you get to me
I tried and tried but you just won't give
Wish you didn't know where i live
We go about as deep as a sieve
But you get to me
Oh i can't breathe
You're never around
So i can't make you leave
I gave myself a month to quit
And a big reward if i did it
You wouldn't let me, you little sh**
How you get to me
You'll never know how you changed my life
Made a lover from a burnt out wife
You're as sharp as a bu*ter knife
But you get to me
Oh i can't breathe
You're never around
So i can't make you leave
I feel this pressing in my chest
It's the kind of thing that you do best
You took my number
But you left the rest
Now you get to me
My brain must be out on loan
From spending too much time alone
Hail the king of the telephone
You get to me