My Eneme

Why do I have to be my saboteur?
I'd rather be my closest confidant
When I explain so clearly what I know I need to do
I just end up doing
Whatever the fuck I want

I'm living with the eneme

I really don't wanna be my eneme
But I can't seem to keep me as a friend
Cause what kind of friend would let me do the things I do?
A true friend wouldn't hinder, he would help me see things trough

I'm living with the eneme
I'm living with the eneme
I'm living with the eneme
Why will I always be my best eneme?

I wish I had more patience
And my willpower was strong
But how am I supposed to listen or pay attention to myself
When I repeat the same old stories that are already way too long?
I can lead myself to water
And I can always make me drink
I painted over the mirror
So when I use the bathroom sink
I can still see my face
But I can't look in my eyes
Cause I've never been a fan of long goodbyes

Can I stop the eneme?
Am I the "me" in "eneme"?

I'm always living with my eneme
Always living with my eneme
I'm always living with my eneme
I'm always living with my eneme
I'm always living with my eneme
Living with my eneme
I'm always living with my eneme