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