Backwards
From in my rocket I'm staring out at the wing
Locked into my destination machine
I find it funny how you stare at me from out on the wing
I find funny how you don't expect me to leave
But I've got you so backwards
I have never been to
Whitehorse or Saskatoon
You hold the map we've drawn
And fold it into our balloon
But I've got you so backwards
Shut up, shut up, shut up, and leave my head alone
I've been thinking, baby, I'd be better off alone
But I've got you so backwards
I have never been to
Whitehorse or Saskatoon
You hold the map we've drawn
And fold it into our balloon
But I've got you so backwards
I find it funny how you don't expect me to leave
But I've got you so backwards
But I've got you so backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards, ah
But I've got you so backwards
Writer/s: Collen Middleton
