"my own worst enemy" by lit

m y o w n w o r s t e n e m y - l i t

can we forget about the things i said
when i was drunk?
i didn't mean to call you that.
i can't remember what was said
or what you threw at me.
please tell me,
please tell me why
my car is in the front yard
and i'm sleeping with my clothes on.
i came in through the window last night
and you're gone.
gone.

it's no surprise to me i am my own worst enemy.
cuz every now and then i kick the living shit out of me.
the smoke alarm is going off and there's a cigarette still burning.

please tell me why
my car is in the front yard
and i'm sleeping with my clothes on.
i came in through the window last night
and you're gone.
gone.

please tell me why
my car is in the front yard
and i'm sleeping with my clothes on.
i came in through the window last night

it's no surprise to me i am my own worst enemy.
cuz every now and then i kick the living shit out of me.
can we forget about the things i said
when i was drunk?
i didn't mean to call you that.

Act V. THE TRUTH. (Love is hard work. And, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) Love is a game. If they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. Love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. There are no ties. Maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). It's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. It's harder when it asks something of you. You just might be afraid to give. Give it anyway. The heart is the most resilient muscle. It is also the stupidest. So if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. If it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.