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