I wake up in the morning
A coffee in my hand
And it's grey outside
I read the news
It annoys me
Always the end of the world
I'm going back to my bed
No need to fake a smile
Under the sound of rain
But I'm okay
When I hide
Under the melancholy
No waiting
Easily happy
No need to get drunk with your poetry
No need to be sad to be calm and well under the silence
Loneliness
It's a hug very long and very good
I hear people outside
Shit, the world is too pissed off for me
Even worse, my walls are shaking because my neighboors are fucking
I hope I don't have a parking ticket
But I'm very good
Under this melancholy
There is something singing
Perfect like you are
But me
I'm like at the end of the world