You never said nothing about LA
Well I got here on a hot day
Took a look around
Said well now
Nobody here looks like you anyway
Told me Ventura's the place
So I rented a place
Stuck a handful of flowers in a Goodwill vase
Said right out loud
Girl you're home
And this is what it feels like all alone
You ain't in this living room
Asleep on the old green couch
And you ain't in this kitchen
Dragging all the dishes out
You won't ever walk this hall
Never make this bed
I got you out of my heart after all
Too Bad you're in my head
You never said nothing about leaving
Now every Tuesday feels like leaving
Try not to think about it
Talk about it
But it's usually Friday before I'm feeling
Good enough to wander round town
Find nobody and just hang out now
But it's under my skin
It's keep creeping in
It's haunting me
I still can't believe
That I ain't in this living room
Asleep on the old green couch
And I ain't in this kitchen
Dragging all the dishes out
That I ain't ever walk this hall
I never make this bed
Oh I got you out of my heart after all
Too Bad you're in my head
Oh I could call
Hey I won't answer
Is this all
I think it is
Then I know it is
We ain't in this living room
Asleep on the old green couch
We ain't in this kitchen
Dragging all the dishes out
We won't ever walk this hall
Mess up this king size bed
I got you out of my heart after all
Too Bad you're in my head
Oh I got you out of my heart after all
Too Bad you're in my head
You never said nothing about LA