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