Lyrics:

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 one, two, three
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
Your brand new nose and bigger boobs
They 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 then it's one, two, three
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
And then it's one, two, three
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 then it's one, two, three
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
And then it's one, two, three
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way