Smuggling in the Love

And will you tell me what the problem is?
I will steal the answer from your lips
The demons are going to war
I stole these items when I was at the store

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
But now I have your number
Out the window I’ll crawl

So will you tell me what the problem is?
I’m not hearing one from your sealed lips
Put this lock onto the gate
Now I’m here, so there’s no need to wait

I think I might should tell you
I’m sorry I took stuff that you hold dear
Stuff got in the way or something
Now it’s just us here
I’m sorry that I lost my temper
And threw more paint on your walls
Just let me say my case
There’s light at the end of the hall

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