Of moons and monsters in the City

I never understood certaing decisions I've made and their outcome.
I barely question them anymore, but try to live with my present.

I am now uncertain of my lack of regret
and I wonder if we work in patterns.

You were not at my doorsteps tonight,
and I know half of our romance is in the imagination of someone else.

But I wonder, boy do I wonder!
What is it in Me that makes You,
and gives you a place that you do not wish to have.

No, this is not about you.
It's about me.