I'm wrapped up in bandages
I've got a unclear head
Think about what I've done &
What I might have said
Tonight we get wasted
Just like the night before
Talk about nothing
But still boast over the score
Last night I was sober
Now that's a lie
Tonight I'm gonna get drunk again

Sometimes I'm my own worst friend

Lost souls convention
Was out there tonight
Celebrating all their loneliness in the shelter of the neon lights
This town is far too small
To hide us all

You were always my worst friend 


(c) Kiss My Jazz
Words by Rudy Trouvé