Cola (lo fi lounge)

Leave me to my own devices
It's better when your Coca-Cola eyes are outta 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