Living With Myself Paroles

And I [?] this time

Then it comes (comes, comes)
That same old nagging feeling
I need to do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies I start to believe in

I'm living with the purest pleasures as my memories
I'm living with the mess, I guess, I never even clean
I'm loving when I slide my hands inside a dirty deck of cards
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they complete [?]

I [?] sometimes
And I [?] this time
I [?] sometimes
And I [?] this time

And I know there was a place so long ago
And I could go to find faith and beauty
But nothing that sweet could ever inspire me Do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies I start to believe in

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