You untie
A yellow lace
Your sweatshirt
Around my waist
It's going nowhere
No place to swim
The breakthrough
We're waiting on
It's too late
Our ride's already gone
Still tastes like cola
Made too sweet
You untie
A yellow lace
Your sweatshirt
Around my waist
It's going nowhere
No place to swim
The breakthrough
We're waiting on
It's too late
Our ride's already gone
Still tastes like cola
Made too sweet