Your Own Worst Enemy

It's your own worst enemy

Ringing the bell on the door

And the person inside says nobody's home

So your own worst enemy peeks inside

And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room

And the song they play

Is that guy with the messed up face

Going, "Precious and few are the moments that you

And your own worst enemy share"

Full bottle in front of me

Time to roll up my sleeves

And get to work

And after many glasses of work

I get paid in the brain

And the song they play

Is that guy with the messed up face

Going, "Precious and few are the moments that you

And your own worst enemy share"

And the song they play

Is that guy with the messed up face

Going, "Precious and few are the moments that you

And your own worst enemy share"

It's your own worst enemy