I woke with my melancholy, my dear friend. She felt like a stranger But all too familiar I chased into cover But she met me there Held me there, then kept me Maybe I let her, coolness so familiar. She guided my day, swallowing my words like a mouse they slipped from me And to some that comes across as mean, though I don’t mean it to. What can I do? My melancholy came to visit, And I can’t turn her away.
