My Own Best Enemy
D G D Yo! Bum rush the show! G D There's a cop salivating on the patio Bb D And my mind is in remission G D The finger snacks are on display Bb D Traveling in your spirit G D It's better to be lonely with bologna Hey, stack up the bills The highway is covered with weight-loss pills And I'm eating all the coupons They taste like special skin She's the gal I long for I'd love to smother her with leftovers Now there's a dead kid trying to sleep And the shallow side of things Never looked so deep Well, it's less than you expected 'Cause it's more than you could ever know If you can't pull off bitterness Some slight alienation could be just as good SOLO Bb D And it's the most depressing cop-out G D My eyes did ever see Bb I'd rather be your own Bb D I'd rather be my own worst friend... Let me try that one more time! Bb D I'd rather be your worst friend G D Than my own best enemy!