i lie to you, i lie to myself

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 dont 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 am crazy

get scared and call him but he's usually hazy

by 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 dont believe him

morning is mocking me

ill wander the streets avoiding them eats

til the ring on my finger slips to the ground 

a gift to the gutter, gift to the city

the veins of which broken me down

and i dont 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 decieve him and the girls that believe him

i cant control you i dont know you well

these are the reasons i think that you're ill 

i cant control you i dont know you well

there are the reasons i think that you are ill

and since last have we parted and last that i saw him

down by a river silent and hardend

morning was mocking us

blood hit the sky

i was just happy my manic and i

he couldnt see me the sun was in his eyes

and the birds were singing to calm us down

and birds were singing to calm us down

AND IM SORRY YOUNG MAN I CANNOT BE YOUR FRIEND

I DONT BELIEVE IN A FAIRYTALE END

I DONT KEEP MY HEAD UP ALL 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 we're ill

i hardly know you i think i can tell

these are the reasons i tink i can tell

these are the reasons i think that i am ill

and the 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

the birds are singing to calm us down

and birds are singing to calm us down

thank you susie, you know me a little to well