My Own Best Enemy

D G D yo! bum rush the show! G D there’s a cop salivating on the patio A# D and my mind is in remission G D the finger snacks are on display A# 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 A# D and it’s the most depressing cop - out G D my eyes did ever see A# i’d rather be your own A# D i’d rather be my own worst friend . . . let me try that one more time! A# D i’d rather be your worst friend G D than my own best enemy!