CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : At my worst
I'm at my worst, oh-oh
I'm drunk to death
My friends are saying I should be dead, I don't know why
My phone's not working
Nothing's working at all
I'm getting too upset
And what good can that do, it's a big, big, big, big, big, shame
It would be much better if I was in an idyllic place at the park
But instead I'm just at a racketing house
It's like I have low body temperatures from the winter ice
It's like my body is just one big ice cube
I caught hypothermia, I'm throwing up and this is a catastrophe
This is one dinky wood house, no babes to date, no toys to play with, no beds to sleep in, no chairs to sit on, no TV to watch
I'm at my worst
It's hopeless, there is no healing
Heavеn feels like one million miles away
This is so bad, who would'vе thought this had happened
I'm going to need someone to live with, and a moving chair that goes down the steps, I'm only 17 and I feel like I'm an 80-year-old woman trying to walk regularly
I'm drunk to death
My friends are saying I should be dead, I don't know why
My phone's not working
Nothing's working at all
I'm getting too upset
And what good can that do, it's a big, big, big, big, big, shame
It would be much better if I was in an idyllic place at the park
But instead I'm just at a racketing house
It's like I have low body temperatures from the winter ice
It's like my body is just one big ice cube
I caught hypothermia, I'm throwing up and this is a catastrophe
This is one dinky wood house, no babes to date, no toys to play with, no beds to sleep in, no chairs to sit on, no TV to watch
I'm at my worst
It's hopeless, there is no healing
Heavеn feels like one million miles away
This is so bad, who would'vе thought this had happened
I'm going to need someone to live with, and a moving chair that goes down the steps, I'm only 17 and I feel like I'm an 80-year-old woman trying to walk regularly
