I always thought

I could get you back

But I left you on the phone crying

"I don't want to be alone yet"

I thought I had

A two year plan

Got so drunk on Monday night

Was just talking a suitcase

Babe I got a secret

I'm a monster

Come January

I'll be your moon

I thought I was

God's only son

I was carrying crosses

Stuck on downtown busses

Oh babe I got a secret

I'm a monster

Come January

I'll be your moon

You were upstairs waiting

On a phone call

In a sure old house that you grew up in

But I'm a monster

But I'll be your moon

I always thought

I could get you back

I'm a monster

I always thought

I could get you back