Move On - Mr. J. Medeiros, Møme

They used to tell us get a room and now we need some

Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom

You telling me we past tense now am I heathen

If I can’t get passed our sins without believing

They used to tell us get a room and now we need some

Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom

Telling me we past tense now am I heathen

If I can’t get passed our sins without believing

Tried to make it last tried to make it even

Tried one last time to survive another season

Running out of time running out of reasons

I just want to start a new life this evening

I got to move on

I got to move on I got to move on

Take the past as an old memory

And the future for what it will be

I got to move on move on

Nothing will last when you live for the same

I can’t just do it again and again

I got to move on

This is the part when lovers depart and leave each other in parts

With only the sharp ends then seen like the coming of shark fins

To feed on the blood from the heart when starving for the one that will not mend

Till the arteries harden if this is the lock then where is the key

When you’ve been holding on to the beginning as if you ain’t knowing the road

to be free

Is right here in the end of it all feel the fear let it evolve

Fill it with tears let it dissolve letter to self pen to it all

Now with a fragile mind and a bruised ego

I set out to change the life that I let get abused by two people

Left the pain to pride and I wept until I knew she will

Be better kept inside as a memory I let it be thank you Beatles

Between the lies of loving saints and it’s common ties with true evil

I severed every tie and found through free will you can choose when to be still

Or move on

I got to move on I got to move on

Take the past as an old memory

And the future for what it will be

I got to move on move on

Nothing will last when you live for the same

I can’t just do it again and again

I got to move on

They used to tell us get a room and now we need some

Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom

Telling me we past tense now am I heathen

If I can’t get passed our sins without believing

Tried to make it last tried to make it even

Tried one last time to survive another season

Running out of time running out of reasons

I just want to start a new life this evening

I got to move on