No Regrets

You weren't lying when you claimed to be a mountain lion under the sky where all the mountains lie.
 You weren't trying to be trying when you were denying that your heart is a fountain and a fire.
 But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget,
 and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign.
 Call your bets, the jury ain't back yet from deciding what you already decided.
 If I know what you need, am I ever going to find you?
 You were applying a lip gloss shade named "Dandylion"
 when I realized I was painfully employed as your benign, dandy-pantsed,
 cowardly lion, and my last little piece of pride, it was destroyed.
 But "no regrets," I told my friend Bridget,
 and I made a little "no regrets" hand sign.
 Cool your jets, the monkey's coming back I bet
 from monkeying around with my time.
 Cast your spell, turn me on, touch me with your magic wand.
 Drunk on wine in an airplane with a fear of flying
 I realized you were never born to stay.
 And it was clear, in the foggy, endless atmosphere,
 I wasn't born to chase you away.
 Don't let the moon go down on you (I'm never gone too far).