Charlie Fink - My Manic and I lyrics

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Charlie Fink - My Manic and I lyrics

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 d**h Will carry on so I don't believe him He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him And sometimes with scorn 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 d** 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 And 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