I left you in La Jolla;
I had this sinking feeling.
and you drug me deeper still.
I couldn't cry away my sadness:
Couldn't fight away my anger...
I feel like a child for running away:
I feel like a saint for leaving you unscathed.
Maybe that waitress (that couldn't wait)
saved you from the captive hell
we made together,
but we called it making love.