Текст песни: Westjet Ticket Counter + перевод

I counted 417 cars

Past the Westjet Ticket Counter

Before I figured you weren’t coming

Always knew how to say what you mean

Without saying much of anything

It’s not like I had no warning

This is the worst that can happen

This is the worst thing that could happen

Well, bring it on with rhinestones and silver wrapping

Find my way home

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

I’ll find my way home

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

Remember the morning the wreck

I knew you were shouting

«It's never fun with you!»

Why do you always need to be steering?

I paddled and paddled, my arms were sore

It started raining

We were far from the shore before you decided

I needed to be swimming

If this is the worst that could happen

If this is the worst thing that could happen

Well, bring it on, with rhinestones and silver wrapping

I’ll find my way home

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

I’ll find my way home

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

Gone are the days

When we would die for love

Only freaks and weirdos do that stuff now

No more lovers, the stars tearin' them apart

Only me, my revelry, why we ever got together?

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah»

This is the worst that could happen

If this is the the worst thing that could happen

Well, bring it on, with rhinestones and silver wrapping

I’ll find my way home

I’ll find my way home

I’ll find my way home

I’ll find my way home

Further and further

This is the worst

I’ll find my way home

I’ll find my way home

Singing, «yeah, yeah, yeah.»

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