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
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
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
And I'll be your moon
I always thought I could get you back
I'm a monster
