Cola - Arlo Parks

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 '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

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 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