Indian Summer

Song Indian Summer
Artist Sunday's Best
Album Poised to Break

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 motherf---er, "just move along."
How did you get that brusie 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 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?