Lyrics

I can't believe he's such a sore loser "Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers." Raise up the glass and toast the motherfucker "Just move along." How did you get that bruise up on your shoulder? You are so Sisyphus, just pushing on your boulder Someday you'll take a break When you're older you just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored And they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover So I severed his hands and glued them to her mother Just glued them on Just what is it about Indian Summer? Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors That just move along? Just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along