Move Out

I never roast the freshest coffee
I’m not a fan of how it kills me
The sweet caffeine just makes me crazy
It’s just the present that you gave me

Can’t buy a future with these coppers
Or give another better offer
Sit around awaiting toppers
I know your more than heaven’s daughter

Lost and leery, mending
Pretense pulls pretending

No fair, it’s no fair, what you mean to me
Beware, hell beware, I’m writhing and I’m free
They stare, how they stare
Without compare

I’m a hot rod running with a growl in his gut
I’m a rocket to the moon without a reason to prove
I’m a problem in paradise and I’ll tell you what
I’m out about, I’m out to shout, and I’m on the, on the
On the move!