A girl from Santa Monica

I once had a girl in Santa Monica
but i fucked her up real good
and she me in her month-long swell mood
but who keeps score with this sorta thing

so she now lives in the state of Virginia
where it snows all day and they sleep all night
and you read linguistic books by the dim candle light
you pretend its okay with vodka every lonely night

why do we keep doing this to ourselves like were addicted
to self-punishment so we keep getting hurt
and when we do find happiness we push it away
open the door, go out on the street try our best not to stray

I need to go somewhere where there's no one around
that way I'll stay sober and have no one else to blame
but there's so many people in Santa Monica
where I once had a girl who gave me this obvious scar