Cover it up I’m keeping you close out of habit I’m a coward and oh so dramatic All this time is unfortunately hazy And after all this time there’s no sense in pretending Hey, quit coming around In your old red corolla Quit coming around You’ll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat You’ll forget me like the words on every page Hey, quit coming around Cover it up The pain in our eyes is tragic I’m the nice guy with bad habits Living this lie was unfortunately amazing And after all this time there’s no sense in pretending Hey, quit coming around In your old red corolla Quit coming around You’ll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat You’ll forget me like the words on every page Hey, quit coming around I’m not trying to be a coward I’m just trying to face the choice that lingers here I’m not trying to be a coward But we’ve disconnected You’ll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat Of your old red, of your old red… But we’ve disconnected Hey, quit coming around In your old red corolla Quit coming around You’ll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat You’ll forget me like the words on every page Hey, quit coming around In your old red corolla Hey, quit coming around