Gingerale -

She’s an uptown shop

'Cause a pretty penny won’t even get you a lot

Buy her dinner to hear what’s hot and what’s not

For endless lessons on how to watch her talk

She captivates me

But I know that there’s nothing that waits me

Buried underneath

Underneath

I better wait

Lie here awake

Out of your way

And try to get over you

Would but you won’t

Always on your own

Eyes on your phone

Sipping your Gingerale

Sipping your Gingerale

She’s an overgrown wall

She looks full and pretty

But it’s so cold underneath

Burning plastic

And fucking every last guy she meets

Girl was born into golden company

I wanna lick your face

And see if it tastes like stone

Well I wanna know

What’s clouding up your mind?

I better wait

Lie here awake

Out of your way

And try to get over you

Would but you won’t

Always on your own

Eyes on your phone

Sipping your Gingerale

Sipping your Gingerale

I better wait

Lie here awake

Out of your way

And try to get over you

Would but you won’t

Always on your own

Eyes on your phone

Sipping your Gingerale

Sipping your Gingerale