Manic

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The best of hosts with the worst intentions...
I'm just as bad, or did I not mention?
Intention and desire are not the same
Ones for the payoff and ones 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 toast
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 can't see the lines, we are too far in it
We're falling in love as 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 knew it would end before too long
Our conviction could never stay that strong

I miss how manic, how grossly close
The texts in the morning the midnight toast
The fire is faded, we've melted down
Assuming the shape of whatever's around

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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 toast

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 toast

The fire is faded, we've melted down

Assuming the shape of whatever's around