Melancholia

The blue words written above the graveyard,

I know Paris but I get lost at night.

You’re so geometric, I’m searching for my mind

In every book I read, in every song I write.

I only see your eyes, you’re always looking from below.

Baby I’m so melo.

Look at my eyes, our bloodshoted love,

Bloodshoted love.

It’s poetry for no one at all,

It’s words on wrists and on tombstones.

It’s always grey, I dream in black and white.

Detached from a reality I never cared about.

Tasting your fantasies on my left pinky,

Like a boat lost at sea.

I watch you watching me,

Smoking, always smoking.

I’ll need you sometimes soon,

Won’t you come now and make it easy?

Just make it easy for me.

(Instrumental Break)

Don’t you know that it’s insane,

What we do when no one’s watching?

It’s always just the same,

Fuck your way out of the city. X3