Worst Thing
Feel the warmth of the skies, hey, hey
What a beautiful night, hey, hey
I say to myself as I try to fucking breathe oh, oh
All the things that I tried, hey, hey
Do and end things right, hey, hey
I cry myself every night to fucking sleep oh, oh
Now I've gone batshit and only you're to blame
Counting things that I can touch and see throughout the day
I prayed for you and your happiness
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Yeah, ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Anti anxiety meds, hey, hey
Coughing blood from my chest, hey, hey
You weren't even there
What the fuck kind of love is this, oh, oh
And all it took for you, hey, hey
Was to find someone new, hey, hey
I hate that I love you
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me
Now what am I supposed to do with this pain
Only ever wished you well and you just fucked my case
I hope you and her are fucking proud of yourselves
All you do is fucking do people dirty
Yeah, ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me
Three months without you, I was good, I was fine
And then you showed me all we had was a lie
And ever since I've been so fucked up
Wondering why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
What a beautiful night, hey, hey
I say to myself as I try to fucking breathe oh, oh
All the things that I tried, hey, hey
Do and end things right, hey, hey
I cry myself every night to fucking sleep oh, oh
Now I've gone batshit and only you're to blame
Counting things that I can touch and see throughout the day
I prayed for you and your happiness
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Yeah, ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Anti anxiety meds, hey, hey
Coughing blood from my chest, hey, hey
You weren't even there
What the fuck kind of love is this, oh, oh
And all it took for you, hey, hey
Was to find someone new, hey, hey
I hate that I love you
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me
Now what am I supposed to do with this pain
Only ever wished you well and you just fucked my case
I hope you and her are fucking proud of yourselves
All you do is fucking do people dirty
Yeah, ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me
Three months without you, I was good, I was fine
And then you showed me all we had was a lie
And ever since I've been so fucked up
Wondering why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
You're the worst fucking thing that ever happened to me, yeah
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Ooh, oh, oh
Why you gotta do me so fucking dirty
Credits
Writer(s): Diya Dhar
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