Melancholia

It's foggy, you're calling I don't pick up I'm just not feeling alright Do you even know why You're calling to tell me About all of the fun You had with her last night Well I partied too You just weren't invited and We stayed up late talking We laughed, we cried, I'm exhausted We didn't get any rest And honestly I got a lot off my chest, boy You've never seen that side of me You've never treated me sweetly Criminal fun so arrest me Out with my bestie Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia (Yeah) With her there's always things to say If I'm honest Things are better this way She doesn't judge If I change religion like four times a day and (Hey!) We've had time for reflection You choose that life, it's no question Usually I'm not into girls But I'll make an exception For Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Something about her I can't stay away That girl is with me each night and each day Why would I ever just throw that away Throw that away Throw that away Something about her I can't stay away That girl is with me each night and each day She shows me love in the words you won't say Words you won't say Words you won't say Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia It's foggy you're calling Don't pick up I just don't feel alright You don't even know why