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...