Lyrics Live with Ourselves - World War Me

Live with Ourselves

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