I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out
I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out

I’m addicted to a certain kind of misery
How the streets lie down deserted like tangled string
And I am lost as I am walking home
I’m always lost in places I don’t know

So I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out
I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out

We take back things from all the places we go
Like the mugs we stole from diners when we were on the road
Or the prizes we won from quarter machines
I will keep you with them if you stay here with me

But I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out
I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out

And we can listen to records in your room ‘cause
I feel better when I’m just talking to you

I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out
I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out

Can't get me out, can't get me out

I don’t think that you’re the one who’s gonna get me out
Can't get me out