Lola

I don't like no one when I'm sober Too hungover, bipolar I haven't slept since Friday night Broken high school Motorola Pleased to know ya My sweet Lola Lola We'll get high in your room From September to June Come down in July And wake up in your room Je m'en souviens ça jour I'll turn 19 on Wednesday All of her friends say I'm no good And maybe they're right There's no saving me tonight She was 16 and reckless Bit of a death wish, Xanax for breakfast Cherry red lips Lola We'll get high in your room From September to June Come down in July And wake up in your room Je m'en souviens ça jour You wore pastel yellow, I wore pastel blue Now I'm navy, picking daisies For two I don't like no one when I'm sober Too hungover, bipolar I haven't slept since Friday night Broken high school Motorola Pleased to know ya My sweet Lola Lola We'll get high in your room From September to June Come down in July And wake up in your room Je m'en souviens ça jour