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