Laura Marling - My manic and i

^AmHe wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the s^Em7hape of his nose ^AmHe wants to die where nobody can see him But the beauty of his death will c^Em7arry on so ^AmI don’t believe h^Em7im

He g^Amreets me with kisses when good days deceive him And sometimes we're scorned and some^Em7times I believe him And some^Amtimes I’m convinced that my friends think I’m crazy Get scared and call him, but he’s^Em7 usually hazy At ^Am1 in the morning, the day is not ended By^Em7 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend By ^Am4 he will drink but he cannot feel it ^Em7Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it And ^AmI don’t believe ^Em7him Morning is m^Amocking me ^Em7

I ^Amwander the streets, avoiding them eats Till ring on my finger s^Em7lips 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

The ^Amgods that^G he bel^Amieves ^G never ^Amfail to a^Gmaze ^Amme ^G 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 ^AmI can’t control you, ^GI don’t know you well ^FThese are the reasons I ^Em7think that you’re ill ^AmI can’t control you, ^GI don’t know you well ^FThese are the reasons I ^Em7think that you’re ill

And since ^Amlast that we parted l^Em7ast 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

^AmAnd birds were^Em7 singing^F to calm^G us down ^AmAnd birds were^Em7 singing^F to calm^E us down

^AmAnd I’m sorry young man, I ^Gcannot 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 ^AmAnd I hardly know you, I th^Gink I can tell ^FThese are the reasons I t^Em7hink that we're ill ^AmI hardly know you, I t^Ghink I can tell ^FThese are the reasons I t^Em7hink that I'm ill

And the ^Amgods that ^Ghe bel^Amieves ^G never f^Amail to dis^Gappoint ^Amme ^G And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me

My ^Amnihilist, my ^Em7happy man, m^Amy manic an^Em7d I Have ^Amno ^Em7 plans ^Fto mov^Ee on

And the ^Ambirds are s^Ginging to^F calm us ^Em7down And the ^Ambirds are ^Gsinging t^Fo calm us^E down