My Own Worst Enemy

I could blame Jesus

I could blame mama

I could blame Brahma

For all the bull that's in my head

I could blame Seagrams

For all the whiskey

And for the tipsy that's still here on my breath

And ain't that why you left?

I'm all alone, tongue tied and twisted

Since I said, it ain't you, it's me

And, 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

And blurry 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 up and 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, tongue tied and twisted

Since I said, it ain't you, it's me

And, 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'm all alone, tongue tied and twisted

Since I said, it ain't you, it's me

And, girl, you cried, but I insisted

That what could be would never be

But 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