Pretty girls on your phone
Who you've said that you known since school
I believe you don't sweat
Start a fight on British time
It's not your fault, it's always mine
It's cool
Then later, you say you regret it

When I'm alone
You don't know
The places my mind goes

This one likes what you like
And this one wears what you wear
Loves music I've never heard before
Till I met you
When you're looking at me
I wonder what do you see
I'm my own worst enemy

I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy

Can't help myself, I give you hell
Going through her carousel
It's true, she looks nothing like me
I care too much 'bout what you think
But I can't believe in you blindly

This one likes what you like
And this one wears what you wear
Loves music I've never heard before
Till I met you
When you're looking at me
I wonder what do you see
I'm my own worst enemy

I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy (own worst enemy)
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own worst enemy (I'm my own worst enemy)

Can't help myself
I give you hell
Going through her carousel
Can't help myself
I give you hell
Going through her carousel
I blame myself
'Cause I can tell
I know it's hard
For you as well (for you as well)
Fuck you as well