Life was fun, fun, fun, fun, funny
And I knew where I stood
Spent springtime hunting honey in the hundred-acre wood
But half-full turned half-empty when you twisted in the plot
'Cause I forgot if my name ends in e or not
When my spring came unspooled, I was the blue myle
I'm thirty-something, pale, broken, alone
You hate the sinner, but love the sins I've done
But there's stars on my floor, and the prints from her shoes
Still, all I am to you is the blue myle
The truest lie of all is I'm dishonest
And all of this was just platonic
But I'm a fire sign, I'm a fire sign
And you're a June gem outdrawn in a duel
Look out, 'cause one day you're in school
And the next you're the blue myle