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?