Get a move on.

self inflicted, all of it, at least how I dealt with it.

I've got to get a move one.
Down past the main street.
You know it pains me to say that,
"its been a s****y month."

At my regular coffee place,
where no one knows my name.

I've got to get a new one.
"You know theres ways to save,"
is what I heard they say.
Its been another month.

Talking about something that I don't know...

We've had some crazy talks,
you and I at the coffee shop.

And it pains you to say,
the same old thing,
every Goddamn day.

So for you I'll find new ways,
but for you some I'll save.