(Piña colada...ayo, it's piña colada)
You will be the love
Up in the skies
You will be the end
Of all our lives
You will be so damn
Hard to find
But you'll just leave me once again
Were you ever a friend?
I think that we have met our end
But you'll just pick up pieces
From the start
Though you won't define
Who we are
I try not to get hung up
On the words
It's the loudest silence ever heard
So I know just exactly where I stand
You're the washed-up regressions of a man
So you will be the love
Up in the skies
But you will never
End our lives
And ain't he just so damn
Hard to find?
'Cause he'll just leave you once again
He's the washed-up regressions of a man
And I'm certain that we have met our end