Besedila: Bowling For Soup. Drunk Enough To Dance. Hard Way.

I'm movin' in, she's movin' out
To Los Angeles
She's got a truck, she's got my stuff
Packed into it

But seven months was just enough
Of puttin' 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 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 breakin' 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 and bigger boobs
Don't change a thing yeah, yeah
You need some therapy
I think you need some help

You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

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

You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way