Melancholy
22. Melancholy
I’ve got a heartache since this Winter past
I look out to nothing that ever seems to last
Perhaps I am blinded by what I can’t see
Broken bones and hidden scars of this melancholy
About every weekend I lock myself away
I know all the good times that will only fade
But delusions of grandeur, they won’t faze me
I stay right here, overcome with this melancholy
I don’t know what else I could do
This poet tries to remain true
But she’ll always be out of my league
So I curl up in this melancholy
A pawn for the king, that’s all we really are
Count all the failed wishes on a falling star
Perhaps we were wrong, it’s not so lovely
When it’s so easy to find all this melancholy
I don’t know what else I could do
This poet tries to remain true
But she’ll always be out of my league
So I curl up in this melancholy
© Joe Glasgow
