She was like an itch I couldn’t scratch
I knew it wouldn’t last but I still pursued the path because…

She was stunningly pretty, fun loving and friendly
At least that’s how it seemed in the beginning
Until it dawned on me
I was dating a woman into astrology, for example

I bought her shoes which she refused to unbox
Because her horoscope said avoid the color black for one month
There’s more tho,
She would never even leave the house without first checking her horoscope

It’s amazin’ the amount of frustration
You tolerate when, you really think you care for someone
She’d rarely offer an apology
But instead would blame her behavior upon astrology

She could justify, just about anything anytime
By going back to the zodiac signs
And to make it worse
When I met her mom and dad they insisted on knowing my date of birth

But why? So they could pigeon-hole me?
Instead of taking the time to get to know me?
It didn’t matter tho
They had made up their minds, saying our signs were incompatible

I said thanks it feels great to be judged
By a preconceived opinion that you read in a book
Yeah, cause astrology at its core
Is stereotyping a person by the time of year they were born

We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
We got along great but everyday we would fight
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type
We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
I hate to admit it I think her parents were right
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type

I had enough of their arrogance
They thought they had an accurate system by which to judge others and that’s unfair to them
But I wanted to be open to
Listening to the reasons of how they know it’s true

So I asked, how does it work?
They said it has to do with the position of the stars and planets at your time of birth
I said wait a minute, I got a question
Why the time of birth and not conception?

They gave a puzzled look
And as they flipped thru the pages looking something up in a book I asked
How could the planets, possibly function
To signify what physiologically goes on with someone?

They closed the book, looking mad at me
And said perhaps it has to do with light or gravity
I said yeah but we already know
The obstetrician has a greater gravitational pull

Than any planets, plus you’d have to admit
None could be compared to the sun’s massive affect
And if how you say it works is how it happens actually
Then twins should always have the same fate and personality

But they don’t, perhaps I’m missing something
But it just seems this stuff is a joke
They looked upset and said they didn’t wanna talk now
Put the book on the table and walked out

We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
We got along great but everyday we would fight
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type
We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
I hate to admit it I think her parents were right
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type

We were alone now and neither of us said a thing
The silence was so loud that the sound of it was deafening
I looked around the room for words, I wouldn’t find
Cause she used the last few to say you’re so much like your sign

I was annoyed beyond belief
She could see I was upset and tried to kiss me on the cheek
A typical pretty girl, move, who’s always had her way with men
But my only thought was how to get out the relationship

Not every couple lasts forever
But it’s a massive treasure if you learn from what you had together
I know I did, I just couldn’t help that I’d become
So disenchanted with the soothing beauty of her Siren song

OK so getting back on topic
We both knew that we were thru yet we sat around talkin’
Smiling bout the good times, laughing at the bad ones
Crying, realizing it’s the last time we’d have fun

I held her close, knowing I was gonna miss
The warmth of her body, the taste of her supple lips
So with a subtleness
I leaned in gently, giving her one last passionate kiss

It was time for me to leave
My eyes were so full of tears that I could hardly see
So as I closed the door, knowing there was no going back
I couldn’t help but think she’ll probably blame this on the zodiac

We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
We got along great but everyday we would fight
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type
We had a lot in common but were barely alike
I guess she just wasn’t my stereotype
I hate to admit it I think her parents were right
I guess she just wasn’t my stereo type

Is astrology ridiculous
Or does it give our lives a sense of cosmic significance?
And can it help some of us cope
Or is it bunk and what it’s really offering is false hope?

If it’s fun to think about is it funny when
You’re being treated differently because of what somebody read?
And is it dangerous
If it plays upon your fears and often manipulates your trust

Several months had passed
When I found myself, reminiscing about the past
And wondering if I made the right decision
Or is it just I can’t get along with these types of women

You know the ones who think it’s fun to
Ask your birthday so they can judge you
Plus they love to place a lot of weight in
Basing decisions off of the constellations

I mean yeah the companionship is nice
Besides the constant Barnum statements and the confirmation bias
I guess I just can’t stand to watch
Somebody I love pay money to get taken advantage of

Look I get it, this world can be cold
So I understand why people need a sense of control
And, to feel connected, to be accepted
To believe that positive things are pre-destined

This is why I’m concerned
Cause people searching for comfort can often get burned
By those who offer answers for a costly price
And the astrologers favorite house seems to be the dollar sign