Lyrics:

Jonathan Wilson
I'm living with the fear of God every single day
I'm living with myself, I know not enough of who I speak
I'm living like the Sheriff man patrolling this dirty boulevard
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they complete (?)

I (?) sometimes
And I (?) this time

Jonathan Wilson & Lana Del Rey
Then it comes (comes, comes)
That same old nagging feeling
I need to do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies I start to believe in

Jonathan Wilson
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
(?) guided me

Jonathan Wilson & Lana Del Rey
So it goes (goes, goes)
That same old nagging feeling
Do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies I start to believe in

Both, Lana Del Rey
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