Stacks of things I've begun

Summer indoors, nothing gets done

Can't pick out things to wear

Reasons I had no longer there

Wide-eyed West Coast

Magic on her side

She cleaned my house and said I'd never die

She thought I'd let her stay don't believe

She thought I'd let her stay don't believe

But I turned her away

And something I don't like is closer every day

Sharp wit party Oh don't make me go

They'll be making good points and I don't want to know

Send me home counting the chances I've had

I could fill up three digits

But that's not what it means to be sad

Magazines by my side

Taking to task, hurting my pride

Drive the freeway too fast

World without cops, critical mass

Restless from L.A. to Amsterdam

Somewhere she's forgetting who I am

She just wanted to stay don't believe

She just wanted to stay don't believe

But I turned her away

And something I don't like is closer every day