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