New Year’s night, another false start
Press your dry lips to mine, then tear them apart
It’s not I don’t want you, it’s just when I do
The one I need in memory disapproves

Maura I am not for you,
You don’t have to decline or say it wasn’t all true
Oh, Maura I am not for you,
So you can go home to your blue-eyed boy
Yes, you can go home to your boy so blue

If I would deny you, you’d find me again
Absolve me of these unoriginal sins
But this penance, or sentence or bad time I must serve
Is just as little fun for you I’m sure

Maura I am not for you
You don’t have to say no, it wasn’t all true
Maura I am not for you,
So you can go home to your blue-eyed boy
Yes, you can go home to your boy so blue

I whispered this ode, but the winds overheard
Carried it far, but fucked up the words
So what did I say that I shouldn’t have then?
We’ll never be lovers again.