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Manic
Alternative
Manic was released on November 4, 2022 by Little Danger Music as a part of the album It's Been a Day, A Week, A Month, A Year
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Release DateNovember 4, 2022
LabelLittle Danger Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM141

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ann Marie Nacchio
Ann Marie Nacchio
Bass
Adam Tilzer
Adam Tilzer
Guitar
Daniel Bradley
Daniel Bradley
Drums
Joshua Anthony Layugan
Joshua Anthony Layugan
Background Vocals
Nicholas Miles Pretel
Nicholas Miles Pretel
Background Vocals
Casey Heuler
Casey Heuler
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ann Marie Nacchio
Ann Marie Nacchio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Tilzer
Adam Tilzer
Producer
Serge Espitia
Serge Espitia
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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
Written by: Ann Marie Nacchio
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