Worst Days

What kind of days are good to talk about it?

Burning all my issues at the end of a cigarette

(Please don't tell me papa)

I need a doctor, need and Advil, need a chiropractor just to stand straight

But every time I’m up can’t seem to shake it off

How come I can't shake this off?

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days

(When I’m acting like a child, wanna call my mama)

And I can’t pretend that I’m okay

(said I’m okay)

Since the truth is spreading its wings

I hate that most mornings I wake up fucking lonely

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days

Seems I’m always rushing down a highway

(I’m always trying to catch up)

Stressing, working harder, working faster

Tryna make it my way

(Telling myself that I like it)

I say I’ll try to behave

I even do well for days

But then I’m falling right back

So when you’re telling me you're sick of my shit just know I feel that

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days

(When I’m acting like a child, wanna call my mama)

And I can’t pretend that I’m okay

(said I’m okay)

Since the truth is spreading its wings

I hate that most mornings I wake up fucking lonely

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days

I been tryna forget about it

Ya I get upset about it

Caught in my moments

I never could own em

Still got no regret about this

(Cause its so damn easy to hurt when you do it alone, uh oh)

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days

(When I’m acting like a child, wanna call my mama)

And I can’t pretend that I’m okay

(said I’m okay)

Since the truth is spreading its wings

I hate that most mornings I wake up fucking lonely

Still I know you will treat me right on my worst days