Cola [lo fi lounge]

Leave me to my own devices It's better when your Coca-Cola eyes are out of my face I checked your phone and no surprises She's grinning from ear to ear in purple lace So take your orchids Elsewhere, elsewhere I loved you to death But now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there Yeah, you're running 'round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there Yeah, I'll miss your t-shirt in the rain The one that makes you look like Gerard Way Eating grapes in the back of the party Throwing hands 'cause she drank your Bacardi I know it's kinda dumb but I'll miss the way you dressed all punk With the black and the studs and the ripped-up gloves Bet she loved your tough-guy front So take your orchids Elsewhere, elsewhere I loved you to death But now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there Yeah, you're running 'round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running 'round over there