I'm gonna stand on your parade
I need to jump into your grave
Gonna stalk you I'm afraid
Wanna be your F'ing pain
By the way, you know it's all your fault
Yeah I will get into your head
And everyday out of your bed
I'll buy you roses, paint em red
And then I'll take you shopping
So come and get it,
What the hell you waiting for
What you waiting for
We could run away
We could climb a tree
We could crash a car
Be celebrity
We could rob a bank
We can play guitar
We can shoot a gun
We can go too far
Bring it on now,
Get it on now
Bring it on now,
Get it on now
All the things that we,
All the things that we could be
If you weren't leaving me
I'll carve your name into my skin
And every place that you have been
Watch you dream while you're asleep
I haven't slept now for a week
So come and get it,
What the hell you waiting for,
What you waiting for
We could run away
We could climb a tree
We could crash a car
Be celebrity
We could rob a bank
