Jens Lekman - The World Moves On lyrics

The thermometer ran out of numbers when it reached 50 degrees I just lay down on the floor with a bag of frozen peas We saw plumes of smoke rising in the distance from our balcony I poured a gla** of wine s**ed the juice out of a kiwi, Catherine turned on the TV They showed acres after acres of absolutely nothing And then Stevie called and said, "Are you watching what I'm watching?" I said I'm watching what you're watching, but what is it I'm watching? The night before I had been bored and my legs had been restless It was my birthday, I'd already opened up my presents At the social club, I met some friends who were friends with this girl One by one they dropped off till it was just me and her We made out in every bar in town While the state of Victoria burned down to the ground And the sun rose over the city The wind swept through the valley You don't get over a broken heart You just learn to carry it gracefully The Edinburgh Gardens offered some kind of shade I would pick up some beers and head down there late Watch the possums and listen to their growling banter There was one I liked especially, I named her Sam as in Samantha I offered a slice of apple from my hand She would sniff it, frown, and then lumber back to the trash can I was going uphill on my Malvern Star when I was pa**ed by a scooter "You got a dollar or a cigarette? Hey, I'm talking to you, poofter" What I should have said was nothing, what I said was "get lost" Next time I'm upside-down with my bike in the dust Spitting dirt all the way home Cursing the very ground that I was chewing on And the sun rose over the city The wind swept through the valley You don't get over a broken heart You just learn to carry it gracefully And that's what it's like when you've had your heart broken The world just shrugs its shoulders and gets going It just moves on in all its sadness and glory Over dinner with a friend, I tell her my story And as I finally put the book back on the shelf She says, "Maybe it's time you take a look at yourself" No one's born an a**hole, it takes a lot of hard work But God knows I've worked my a** off to be a jerk So many hands I've held while wondering why I felt nothing And why, when I let go of that hand, I always start to feel something And like a bottle smashed against my head They'd say, "I wish you just would've cheated on me instead" And loving without loving is always the worst crime I know all the signs and signals 'cause now I've been on both sides The way you choose your words, the limpness of your hand I almost died when you introduced me as a friend "How can you call me a friend? If you don't love me, then please have the dignity to tell me" But I never said any of that I just shook that hand and looked down at the doormat The sun rose over the city The wind swept through the valley And you don't get over a broken heart You just learn to carry it gracefully