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