Just a little too soon
On the wrong blue moon
The wrong blue moon
Just a little too soon
You are good
It's that very goodness that antagonizes me
How could I ever measure up?
It took being written out the novel to finally see
That you care more about
Being good than being good to me
And, yes, the difference may be subtle
But it woulda saved us, baby
Oh, I've never been worried
'Bout getting my hands dirty
But you wash yours of any ownership
In the mess we made
Four full laps around the sun
We wouldn't admit that we were done
Now I may very well have just lost the one
(I may very well have just lost the one)
I'm a January baby, you were born in June
An ice-cold bitch when you burn like noon