I could blame Jesus, I could blame momma
I could blame Brahma for all the bull that's in my head
I could blame Seagram's for all the whiskey
And for the tipsy that's still here on my breath
And ain't that why you leftI'm all alone, tongue tied, and twisted
Since I said it ain't you, it's me
And girl you cried, but I insisted
That what could be would never be
But I was wrong, what's wrong with me
I'm my own worst enemyI can blame midnight for bad decisions
And blurry vision for what I didn't see
I could blame forever even though I didn't get it
I could blame the love even though I up and left it
I could blame goodbye even though I said it
And maybe that's just me
That's why you had to leaveI'm all alone, tongue tied, and twisted
Since I said it ain't you, it's me
And girl you cried, but I insisted
That what could be would never be
But I was wrong, what's wrong with me
I'm my own worst enemy
Songwriters
STEVEN TYLER, BRAD WARREN, BRETT WARRENPublished by
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