I'm moving in She's moving out to Los Angeles She's got a truck; she's got my stuff Packed into it Just seven months Was just enough Of putting up with me Imagine that A baseball bat upside her TV she says she needs some therapy You know it seemed so simple before She could have asked I would have given her anything And now it's 1, 2, 3 Blame it all on me And I had to find it out the hard way She calls me up She's breaking down In Los Angeles She misses home She's all alone She can't handle it But seven months was just enough Of putting up with her You're brand new nose & bigger boobs Don't change a thing You need some therapy I think you need some help She's got a lot to figure out She's got a lot to think about She's got a lot to forget about She's got a lot to live without So many things to miss about me