Sunday's Best - Indian Summer lyrics

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