Manic
The best of hosts with the worst intentions
I'm just as bad, did I not mention?
Intention and desire are not the same
One's for the payoff and one's for the game
Fast friends, finding a way to be free
Fully devoting their hearts to their grief
Days turn to nights and the nights turn to days
And we want it more when we're walking away
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
This has got to stop, there's got to be limits
We cant see the lines, we are too far in it
We're falling in love while we're falling apart
And the blood on the ground leaves a trail to our hearts
We're always right but we live in the wrong
We live in a movie, we're writing the song
We both knew it would end before too long
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
Ohhhhh
Intention and desire are not the same
One's for the payoff and one's for the game
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
I'm just as bad, did I not mention?
Intention and desire are not the same
One's for the payoff and one's for the game
Fast friends, finding a way to be free
Fully devoting their hearts to their grief
Days turn to nights and the nights turn to days
And we want it more when we're walking away
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
This has got to stop, there's got to be limits
We cant see the lines, we are too far in it
We're falling in love while we're falling apart
And the blood on the ground leaves a trail to our hearts
We're always right but we live in the wrong
We live in a movie, we're writing the song
We both knew it would end before too long
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
Ohhhhh
Intention and desire are not the same
One's for the payoff and one's for the game
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toasts
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around
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Writer(s): Ann Marie Nacchio
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