My Manic And I


I just worked this out from listening to her play. Its pretty easy to strum, if you watch her do it and just copy. Sorry if its not correct, but it sounds ok to me. Capo 3rd fret Em Am 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 Em Am 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 that my friends think I’m crazy Get scared and call him, but he’s usually hazy At 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 Em Am I wander the streets, avoiding them eats Till 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 Em Am 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 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 Em Am And since last that we parted Since 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 Em Am 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 birds are singing to calm us down And the birds are singing to calm us down pretty simple.