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 (Don't believe) She thought I'd let her stay (Don't believe) She thought I'd let her stay 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 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 ma** Restless from L.A. to Amsterdam Somewhere she's forgetting who I am (Don't believe) She just wanted to stay (Don't believe) She just wanted to stay But I turned her away And something I don't like is closer every day