You know it takes a lot to move me
So if you figure it out, tell me
I'll trace figures on your smile lines
Work out formulae to cure me
La Jolla is just an entire song of guilt and pain for what he has done. It took a lot to move him, but she did and it killed her. He probably thinks about her face constantly, thinking of her smile. He doesnt want to feel guilt anymore.
And I'm lonely
There I said it
Nine million people
I always seem to add them up
He is lonely now that she is gone. The nine million people refers to the population of London. There are so many people but to him its nothing without her.
I could go away
I could pack my things and be gone before you wake
You know I've tried hard to love me too
It always seems to fall in, through
He packed his things and ran when she never woke. He has never felt the same about himself since he killed her.
Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla
Drinking cocktails out over the water
My own personal sunset
To give each day its own diploma
He wants to move to California, a whole different continent, he wants to move away and leave his guilt behind. He wants to enjoy the sunset without thinking of the one happening when he killed her, to be able to enjoy drinks and looking over the water without remembering the anger and pushing her into it.
And you know it's funny
Amid my backseat taxi jaunts
I'm trying to ignore the skyline
So I don't figure out where you-
He takes taxi rides to keep his mind off of her, but it still goes back to her. Possibly wondering wear her body drifted off to in the water.
