My Manic And I - Laura Marling

If he wants to die in a lake in Geneva

The mountains can cover the shape of his nose

If he wants to die where nobody can see him

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 it’s gone and sometimes I believe him

And sometimes I’m convinced that my friends think I’m crazy

I get scared and call him, but he’s usually hazy

By 1 in the morning, the day is not ended

By 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend

By 4 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 wander the streets, avoiding them beats

The ring on my finger slips to the ground

I give to the gutter, give to the city

The veins of which have broken me down

And I don’t believe him

Morning is mocking me The gods that he believes never fail to amaze me He believes in the love in his god of all things

But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins

The drugs that deceive you and the girls that believe you

I can’t control you, I don’t know you well

These are the reasons I think that you’re I’ll

I can’t control you, I don’t know you well

These are the reasons I think that you’re I’ll

And last that I saw him

Last that we talked 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

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’m 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 I’m I’ll

I hardly know you, I think I can tell

These are the reasons I think that we’re I’ll

And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me And the birds are singing to calm us down

And the birds are singing to calm us down