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