The night I started drinking / was the night I turned 18
There’s a picture somewhere of 12 empty bottles
And me glassy-eyed between
If you could see what I saw / Peering out from under heavy lids
I fell in love with everybody looking at me
I never could quite kill that kid
The night I started drinking for real
Was the night I turned 21
Strangers buying bombs in the beers
Jack Daniels in Blue Ribbons
They followed when I started to run
When they told me I couldn’t jump that car I knew just how it would end
I’d rather be my own worst enemy Than to be my only friend
I said they couldn’t take me to McKill’em and Hyde’em
With some sleep I’d heal just fine
My hand on the wall to keep the bed from spinning
The bedroom just went flyin’
Was a girl I knew from high school
I finally returned her call
Her breasts on my bruises, I must have been shaking,
She asked if it was my first time
I could have made it better
I could have loved her, I could have lied
She held me all night anyway
In the morning she’d been crying
Trying to make it better only made it worse, it was a year before we spoke again
I’d rather be my own worst enemy than to be my only friend
Four knitted socks in drawer, three letters in a cardboard box
Two regrets but only one of us, crying over innocence lost
Broke when it started, broken when it ends
I’d rather be my own worst enemy than to be my only friend
I’d rather be my own worst enemy than to be my only friend
