Santa Monica

He fills my bed with gasoline,
You think I would've noticed.
I think someone's trying to show us a sign,
That even if we thought it would last,
The moment would pass,
My bones will break and my heart would give.

And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica,
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything.

I wanted more than this,
I needed more than this,
I deserve more than this,
But it just won't stop,
It just won't go away...