And will you tell me what the problem is?
I will steal the answer from your lips
Take this stuff back to the store
I stole it when I was there before

I guess I need to tell you
I'm sorry I took your mom and your dad
The way you look through the ski mask
Well, it makes me glad
I'm sorry that I lost my temper
And took the paint off your walls
And now I have your number
Out the window I'll crawl

You know it's rude to stare
When you don't have eyes to look with
In your casket and looking at me
I'll take this ring as we were meant to be