Live with Ourselves - World War Me

The clock read just a quarter past insane

(A second past demented and deranged)

A hat trick or two along the way

(For wide eyes and Bloody Mary veins)

A far cry from the man that we once knew

(A blind eye just to try and make it through)

A white lie and a moral black and blue

(So black and blue)

So keep a bottle on the shelf

And a spot reserved in hell

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves

You can’t bury your shame underground

There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt

Tell me how can you live with yourself

Throat cut by the feelings of your own dissatisfaction

The chemical reaction keeps you vacant in the solace of your mind

And if I ever had to say goodbye don’t bother with the remnants of a broken life

I know

That you’d be better letting go

So keep a bottle on the shelf

And a spot reserved in hell

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves

You can’t bury your shame underground

There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt

Tell me how can we live with ourselves

Typically

(He keeps his habits in the attic)

Hypocritically

(He never minds how symptomatic)

Intuition can be

(When it’s laced with something tragic)

So he sits and he bleeds

(Unaware how problematic)

All my issues can be

Drunk, dramatic and erratic

So I’ll sit and I’ll bleed

Leave me to my fucking habits

And typically

Yeah, the world is something tragic

You better listen to me

'Cause I swear this time I’ve had it

And now tell me how can we live with ourselves

You can’t bury your shame underground

There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt

Tell me how can we live with ourselves

Now tell me how can we live with ourselves

You can’t bury your shame underground

There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt

Tell me how can we live with ourselves

(Tell me how can we live with ourselves)

(You can’t bury your shame underground)

(There's no grave for the pain that you’ve felt)

Tell me how can we live with ourselves