Melancholia
Tomas Parzuchowski
My lips are dry and cold, your lips are red and full
You fill my empty cup, you fill it halfway full
I hear your hurtful thoughts, I feel them in my skull
Wait around for a week
Feelings drown out the sleep
I just frown, I'm a creep
I'm a clown, I can't breathe
Your renown, it precedes
You're unbound, you're a freak
You look down to your sleeve
Eyes are brown, and they meet
Wait around for a week
Feelings drown out the sleep
I just frown, I'm a creep
I'm a clown, I can't breathe
Your renown, it precedes
You're unbound, you're a freak
You look down to your sleeve
Eyes are brown, and they meet
