Текст песни Whistler - Kathryn Gallagher

Flowers in the passenger seat
Disposable camera too
Funny how a perfect day
Can make a memory so cruel

Laughing in the hotel sheets
Like you're the only thing I need
Looking at the his and hers of things
All my stuff next to yours like it's meant to be

I'm going go up north to Whistler this weekend
I'm going to drive to Newport in the spring
I'm going to do everything you promised we'd do
All the things you couldn't see through

Oh, I'm going to love me better than you
You
You
You

Got this one shirt that still smells like you
And I still buy the same shampoo
The one you like in the bottle baby blue
Could tie it all back to you to tell the truth

I'm going go up north to Whistler this weekend
I'm going to drive to Newport in the spring
I'm going to do everything you promised we'd do
All the things you couldn't see through

Oh, I'm going to love me better than you
You
You
You

Oh I've got a firm prescription of time and distance
But none of that will come to any use
I'm gonna love you 'til I don't remember to
Think of all the things I wished we'd do

I'm going go up north to Whistler this weekend
I'm going to drive to Newport in the spring
I'm going to do everything you promised we'd do
All the things you couldn't see through

Oh, I'm going to love me better than you
You
You
You