Cola

Leave me to my own devices
Its better when your coca-cola eyes are out of my face

I checked your phone and no surprises
Shes grinning from ear to ear in purple lace

So take your orchids
Elsewhere, elsewhere
I loved you to death
And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there
Yeah, youre running round over there

And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there

And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there

Ill 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 its kinda dumb
but Ill miss the way you dressed all punk
With the black and the studs and the ripped up clothes
Bet she loved your tough guy frown

So take your orchids
Elsewhere, elsewhere
I loved you to death
And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there
Yeah, youre running round over there

And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there

And now I dont really care
Cause youre running round over there