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letra de zinfandels - manic tl

[verse i – manic tl]
what do you do when you fall? now, what about when you’re back?
i been so hung up on changing sh-t, now, who knows how to act?
put what they want on my tab, put something red in my glass
between women and bullsh-tting, i’m put on my ass

i keep my foot on the gas, somehow my mind on the brake
i’m caught up in a couple moments, can’t tell what i can take
been angry, i been a mess, been vacant, i been depressed
i struggle to get dressed, i struggle to send texts

i struggle to find women looking for more than just s-x
i struggle to find change, i’m always calling collect
i guess we all need a way, i been drowning in questions
trying to learn about myself, stuck drowning in lessons

i run, i wait, i wait, i run
i guess that n0body ever said they did it for fun
i guess that n0body ever said they did it for now
sometimes it’s best you keep your feet on the ground
(i’ll find a way somehow)

[bridge – fay allure]

[verse ii – manic tl]
you know that horrible feeling when sh-t is up in the air
and you’ve been motioning through it, but know you’re not really there
i spent a lot of time on people who did not really care
grew sour and pinned blame, i was probably scared
i’m flying off of the ramp, diving into my hands
i been living twice as much, ’cause i was dying in advance
my castle’s made of sand, house blown out of glass
cloned women in my phone, poems falling out the trash

i think i’m going mad, or maybe living too fast
or living too many lives, now some are about to clash
this summer i had a blast, this winter i couldn’t do it
mirror oh mirror, you are my perpetual nuisance

i guess it’s about staying lucid, i guess it’s being decisive
go ahead and ignore the problem, just tell ’em you’re trying to fight it
i write, and re-write it, until it helps me to be
clarity in communication somehow helps you to see

[bridge – fay allure]

[verse iii – manic tl]
they’re all talking, they’re all so selfish, h-llish, machiavellian
messages don’t get answered, relationships cling to sentiments

i just look for the best in it, i remember the worst
stuttering through a prayer, i can’t remember the words
tell me you’re never scared, then tell me it never hurts
just lie until it works, then tell me something that you learned
i could try to go first, but talking isn’t a strength
me walking out of the dirt wasn’t worth it if this the end
my life feels like a race i’ll be running until i’m dead
or some kind of musical, but the score of it’s in my head
it’s always the match-point, the score of it all depends
on what you’re willing to break, i’ll break it until its bent

see through a different lens, learn from a different mind
good luck to the ones who left, god save who i left behind
all of it wasn’t right, but i knew i had to go
i’m through planning my life, i’m happy that i don’t know

- manic tl

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