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