Cola

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 And now I don't really care 'Cause you're running around 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 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 'cuz 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 suds 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 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