Yo
Lead 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 grinnin' from ear to ear in purple haze
So take your orchids
Elsewhere, elsewhere
I loved you to death
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
Yeah, you're runnin' 'round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
I'll miss your T-shirt in the rain
The one the makes you look like Gerard Way
Eating grapes in the back of the party
Throwin' hands 'cause she drank your Bacardi
I know it's kinda dumb
But I 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
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
Yeah, you're runnin' 'round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
And now I don't really care
'Cause you're runnin' 'round over there
Ah, da, da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da, da, da, da-da, da-da, dum, dum
Da-da, da, da-da, dum
Da, da, da-da, da, da-da, da, da-da, da
Da-da, da, da-da, da, da, dum, dum, dum
Da-da da, da, da, dum, dum
