When you're right
You're right beneath my skin
I forget sometimes I let you in
Just in time
I catch myself again
Blaming you for every little thing
There's no way to
Get away to
Where I was when I was thinking there was
Nowhere else I had left to go
You will be the death of me
Things that I cannot see
Things that are too close to me
You will be the death of me
In this light
You could be anyone
I don't know where it is that you're coming from
Sometimes I doubt my sanity
But at the end of the day
You're still there with me
You will be the death of me...
I hold the golden gun because of you...