Living With Myself

I'm living with the fear of God every single day

I'm living with myself, I know not enough of whom I speak

I'm living like the Sheriff man patrolling this dirty boulevard

Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my

Eyes

I'm sailing on the air sometimes

And I'm really breathing deep this time

But then it comes (comes, comes)

That same old nagging feeling

I need to do wrong (wrong, wrong)

The lies, I start to believe them

I'm living with my purest pleasures as my memories

I'm living with a mess, I guess, I'll never even clean

I'm loving when I slide my hands inside a dirty deck of cards

Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my

Eyes

I'm sailing on the air sometimes

And I'm really breathing deep this time

I'm sailing on the air sometimes

And I'm really breathing deep this time

I know there was a place so long ago

Where I could go to find faith and purity

But nothing that sweet could ever inspire me

These darker thoughts, they are now guiding me

So it goes (goes, goes)

That same old nagging feeling

To do wrong (wrong, wrong)

The lies, I start to believe them,

Ooh

I'm living with myself, I guess

I'm living with myself, I guess

I'm living with myself, I guess

I'm living with myself, I guess

I'm living with myself, I guess

I'm living with myself, I guess

• Artist:Jonathan Wilson
• Album:Rare Birds