Melancholia

My body's made of cells, and cells are made to keep you caged
 I keep awake to celebrate my sweet escape
 I've seen the flames of this hell and made it either way
 So why be afraid, It's okay
 It's just fire, it's just love, it's just us
 It's just trust, it's just this once
 When these small talk graces keep me warm
 Like a small-pox blanket in a storm when the rainfalls
 And entrenches all that gets touched
 Making evergreens to defend against the next one
 I'll take a Redrum neat or on the rocks
 One of these cocktails will be a molotov
 If I keep it up, eyes shut and my feet are stuck
 Icarus wings adjust just so I can reach the sun
 So I can sing with such ardor I deplete my lungs
 And my heart beats so much that it starts seizing up
 These are the symptoms of an optimist
 Melancholia kissed him on his bottom lip
 And here I am, a picture of accomplishment
 Mixture of the opposites, insecure and confident
 So is this a path of glory
 Or a dead end to a lonely saddened story
 Where I buried my confession, I married my depression
 Now the holy matrimony's grown to owing alimony
 Show me what I hide beneath my grin under my deceitful skin's
 Another guy I'd like to meet I wonder why he seems so grim
 Every piece of him they subdivide to equal bits
 To pitch into the ocean, told 'em love is blind so sink or swim
 And so I oblige, breast stroking side to side
 Till the stroke inside my breast gets hold and I abide
 And so by and by I try to fight a tide that's tidal sized
 Until my vital signs subside and I write my goodbyes
 To my friends that are dropping like flies
 It's a trend that I'll follow in time
 I pretend that I ought to be fine
 Getting dizzy once again from these wandering eyes of mine
 I need some R&R I think I'll drink some R&R
 Sip spirits, lift spirits, then I'll raise the bar at bars
 I bring the darkest part of myself door to door
 Let's press our chests together then we'll have a heart to heart
 I saw a fallen star and didn't wish upon it
 If you're not that superstitious you don't get that disappointed
 I'll never say I'm different, cause I've never made a difference
 And I've yet to pay attention to the debt that I've avoided
 I set to write a portrait, not emotional confessions
 This is spring cleaning for a closet full of bone collections
 I'm not alone the monochrome is so infectious
 But I won't regret it if I follow all my own directions