leaves blow over
I just wanna leave the city
Breathe some cleaner air, leave my cares and my self pity, eh
I just wanna be a star so I can drive around my head in an expensive car
I just wanna be Chad Kroeger
You could be my Avril 'til the leaves blow over
Uh-uh
I just wanna be adored
Guess I'm compensating something, guess I'm insecure, uh
Yeah, you make it feel less hard when I'm playing every city showing all my scars
I just wanna be your Clyde, yeah
You could be my Bonnie, make a bag, then hide, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, oh-oh-oh
Uh-uh-uh
I just wanna leave the city
We could get a train to Paris, see a palace, live in Dallas
Getting callous fingers seeing endless scenes of red dead screams
In submarines down last ravines like young marine biologists, uh
I'm happy if you're having fun
Rest my head between your cinnamon buns, eh
I feel way calmer when we're on the run
Yeah, me and you, we're like a smoking gun, uh
I'm happy if you're having fun
Yeah, me and you are stuck together like gum, eh
I feel way calmer when we're on the run
Yeah, me and you, we're like a smoking gun
Oh, shit
Breathe some cleaner air, leave my cares and my self pity, eh
I just wanna be a star so I can drive around my head in an expensive car
I just wanna be Chad Kroeger
You could be my Avril 'til the leaves blow over
Uh-uh
I just wanna be adored
Guess I'm compensating something, guess I'm insecure, uh
Yeah, you make it feel less hard when I'm playing every city showing all my scars
I just wanna be your Clyde, yeah
You could be my Bonnie, make a bag, then hide, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, oh-oh-oh
Uh-uh-uh
I just wanna leave the city
We could get a train to Paris, see a palace, live in Dallas
Getting callous fingers seeing endless scenes of red dead screams
In submarines down last ravines like young marine biologists, uh
I'm happy if you're having fun
Rest my head between your cinnamon buns, eh
I feel way calmer when we're on the run
Yeah, me and you, we're like a smoking gun, uh
I'm happy if you're having fun
Yeah, me and you are stuck together like gum, eh
I feel way calmer when we're on the run
Yeah, me and you, we're like a smoking gun
Oh, shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Adam Summerfield, Joey Maxwell
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