Mr. Blue Moon
Never on time
But always too soon
Crisp as December
In the middle of June
You bring laughter
Like April brings rain
But behind you leave
A trail of disdain
You bring tears
Like May brings flowers
But your lips I yearn
To kiss, devour
Mr. Blue Moon
Never on time
But always too soon
Crisp as December
In the middle of June
Your words can heal
My broken heart
But that same tongue
Can lash and rip apart
You bring joy
With every breath you take
But still a fool of me
You tend to make
Mr. Blue Moon
Never on time
But always too soon
Crisp as December
In the middle of June
You say your love for me
Is so deep you can swim
Yet you can pick up and leave me
In a snap, on a whim
You say it kills you
To tell be goodbye
Yet your eyes show no feeling
When you see me cry
Mr. Blue Moon
Never on time
But always too soon
Crisp as December
In the middle of June