I can't believe he's such a sore loser
"Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers."
Raise up the gla** and toast the motherf**er
"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
I had a dream her teeth were bu*ter-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 s**er for the colors
That just move along?
Just move along