Sarah, Pt. 3

[Intro]
One, two
One, two
One, two, three, go!

[Verse 1]
Mid day, mid June, mid summer heat
It's Sarah's birthday on the beach
And I swam the lake and I caught a leech
Sarah's a good friend, she ripped it off
Her grip was tight and her hands were soft
Her body's like a Molotov
I'm mad at her but she doesn't know
And I can't complain but here I go

[Chorus]
This time I'm moving on for real
Not gonna fall for a free meal
This time I'm moving on for real
This time I'm moving on for good
And I knock my knuckles on her wood
This time I'm moving on for good

[Verse 2]
She's as bad at guitar as me
With a journalism degree
And she's born for the wrong century
Yes, Sarah loves the seventies
Obsessed with dead celebrities
And I miss her so much, I can't breathe
Got nothing to do with how it sounds
But I fucking hate Paul Simon now

[Chorus]
This time I'm moving on for real
Not gonna fall for a free meal
This time I'm moving on for real
This time I'm moving on for good
And I knock my knuckles on her wood
This time I'm moving on for good

[Outro]
After almost a year apart
We had to have a heart-to-heart
Before her birthday at the park
I was mad at her, I can't remember why
Sarah's patient and Sarah's kind
Friends like that are hard to find