Indian Summer letra

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?

Sunday's Best - Letras

• Beethoven St.
• Brave, But Brittle...
• Bruise-Blue
• Congratulations
• Don't Let It Fade
• Homing Device
• If We Had It Made
• In Beats Like Trains
• Indian Summer
• Instead, He Falls
• Looks Like a Mess
• Los Feliz Arms
• Our Left Coast Ambitions
• Red Herring
• Saccharine
• The Californian
• The Hardest Part
• The Salt Mines of Santa Monica
• The Try
• Too Soon to Laugh
• Tracing Paper
• Truest You
• When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
• White Picket Fences
• Winter-Owned
• Without Meaning
• You Did This