Death by Telephone

Baby, I think I'm finally starting to get you

She told me through here teeth and her perfume

I never want to see you again

But in the morning she's pulling off her clothes in the bathroom

I'm standing in the hall I'll be gone soon

Who did I think I was?

And it's breaking up again

Telephone lines

Wrapped around my neck

I don't want to think about

Anything you said

And now you're living on the south side

Staring at the cars as they pass by

Drinking up the smoke if you're too high

You're never gonna come back down

And you said that it was Jesus

Who broke into your room in an earthquake

And shook you from your bed, all the glass frames

Shattered on the carpet floor

And it's breaking up again

Telephone lines

Wrapped around my neck

I don't want to think about

Anything you said

I don't want to think about

Anything you said