Melancholia

My coffee’s cold, my paper’s old
My heart is sold to melancholia
My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn
My heart is born to melancholia
A strange surprise, what I despise in other guys is here in me
They lose their girl, they lose their world
And then they cry for all to see
I’ve never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad
The sheets are gray, left since the day she went away, I lost all power
The dust is thick, the dog is sick, the kids have picked most of the flowers
The sun is shining, but not for me
I’ve never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad