She made me to discover you
To uncover your sombre eyes
And play my sweetest songs to you
In the light of your dark disguise
I'll hide the abstract and bring to you
The concrete words that misery elides
I know you
Will struggle to navigate the lines
To understand when I suggest to you
This adultery on the simple norm
But I'll bring my honeyed lines to you
And let you consume me in that new form
I am just sitting across from you
Hoping to get caught up in your eyes
My words sing from the page to you
Composing an unutterable query
Is this what you want for me and you
To slouch in soft melancholy?
Or will I make it across to you?
Catch me alone and kiss me on the mouth.
I used to sit in the kitchen with you
Wishing that you could hear the mental odes
That I was always writing about you
And the way that you laughed at me
Then I'd be on the bed with you
Discussing how to be happy
How to separate ourselves from everybody else
How to break away and be happy
We parted before I could answer you
Then you sent me the name of a love song:
'I'm afraid to be the melancholic one;
Catch me alone and kiss me on the mouth.'