My Manic and I

He wants to die in a lake in Geneva

The mountains can cover the shape of his nose

He wants to die where nobody can see him

But the beauty of his death will carry on so

I don?t believe him

He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him

And sometimes we?re scorned and sometimes I believe him

And sometimes I?m convinced, my friends think I?m crazy

Get scared and call him but he?s usually hazy

At one in the morning, day is not ended

By two he is scared that sleep is no friend

And by four he will drink but he cannot feel it

Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it

And I don?t believe him, morning is mocking me

I?ll wander the streets, avoiding them eats

?Til the ring on my finger slips to the ground

A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city

The veins of which have broken me down

And I don?t believe him, morning is mocking me

Oh, the Gods that he believes never fail to amaze me

He believes in the love of his God of all things

But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins

The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him

I can?t control you, I don?t know you well

These are the reasons I think that you?re ill

I can?t control you, I don?t know you well

These are the reasons I think that you?re ill

And since last that we parted

Last that I saw him down by a river

Silent and hardened

Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky

I was just happy, my manic and I

He couldn?t see me, the sun was in his eyes

And birds were singing to calm us down

And birds were singing to calm us down

And I?m sorry young man, I cannot be your friend

I don?t believe in a fairytale end

I don?t keep my head up all of the time

I find it dull when my heart meets my mind

And I hardly know you, I think I can tell

These are the reasons I think that we're ill

I hardly know you, I think I can tell

These are the reasons I think that I'm ill

And the Gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me

The Gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me

My nihilist, my happy man, my manic and I

Have no plans to move on

But birds are singing to calm us down

And birds are singing to calm us down