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