I was burning up in the white chevy
No gift, and going away
It's not that I don't care, was all
The moon moved you to say
Nine kisses, and like smoke backsliding
To the hard astronomer
You wrote, Aren't women horrible
Oh angel, in bad faith
I was fire-walking, and for what
No sex, no souvenirs
But the dead iris out in the trash
Now that the moon is down
Go jellyfish from man to man
Oh ex, f*ck who you like
Don't say I was your up-and-coming
I was only insurance