Living with Myself Jonathan Wilson

[Verse 1: Jonathan Wilson]
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

[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time

[Post-Chorus: Jonathan Wilson & Lana Del Rey]
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

[Verse 2: Jonathan Wilson]
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

[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
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