The sun is shining on my hair

I can't feel that it's there

Feeling nothing particular

Everyone's question seems rhetorical

I'm with the crowd yet not there

Nothing new, just sadness replaced by fear

I retire to my room

Music numbing the doom

Soft uncomfortable stillness

Protection from the inner mess

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

Now laying in bed lacking motivation

Putting together words at my writing station

The Doors are playing softly in the background

Our Doors cover band I don't know when it will come around

No pleasure No pain is really the existence

Soon a cigarette to ponder the word patience

Patience for death

Why does there have to be something left

Soft uncomfortable stillness

Protection from the inner mess

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

Feeling no particular distress

I put all errands to rest

Pondering a thing or two to do

Good shoes you need for the blues

Why is no one screaming at me?

I must have done some evil deed

Isolation I did not request

Putting my sensitive nerves to the test

Soft uncomfortable stillness

Protection from the inner mess

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

I put my pillow to my chest

When it would be better suited for my face

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy

If something were to brighten my thoughts

I would be sought and caught

Soft melancholy

Soft melancholy