I could blame Jesus, I could blame Mama, I could blame Brahma for all the bullets in my head.
I could blame Seagrass for all the whiskey, and for the tipsy, and that's still here on my breath, and ain't that why you left?
I'm all alone, drunk, tired, and twisted, since I said it ain't you, it's me.
Girl, you cried, but I insisted, that what could be would never be, but I was wrong, what's wrong with me?
I'm my own worst enemy.
I could blame midnight for bad decisions.
Glurry vision for what I didn't see.
I could blame forever even though I didn't get it, I could blame love even though I often left it, I could blame goodbye even though I said it, and maybe that's just me, that's why you had to leave.
I'm all alone, drunk, tired, and twisted, since I said it ain't you, it's me.

I'm all alone, drunk, tired, and twisted, since I said it ain't you, it's me.
Girl, you cried, but I insisted, that what could be would never be, but I was wrong, what's wrong with me?
I'm my own worst enemy.
Girl, you cried, but I insisted, that what could be would never be, but I was wrong, what's wrong with me?
I'm all alone, drunk, tired, and twisted, since I said it ain't you, it's me.




It's me
Girl you cried
But I insisted
That what could be
Would never be
That I was wrong
What's wrong with me
Now you're gone
And any fool could see
I'm my own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy