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 mass   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