Perfect Melancholy

Hey Look. Listen. I’m sorry.

I woke on the off side of bed this morning.

It’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.

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Life can be like a volley

Of uncanny struggles that it’s constantly storing.

And hey look, listen, I’m sorry.

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Missed the train, much disdain, not to worry.

Could be worse, soon you’ll find me working at snoring.

It’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.

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Life is like one big a folly.

Shan’t complain, there’s an apathetic in me aborning.

And hey look, listen, I’m sorry.

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What’s the point, pain is joint, silly-solly.

Don’t care, there’s no sense to be scoring,

Cause it’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.

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When they’re gone, they’re gone, it’s a foray

Into deeper depths of the mind that’s absconding,

And hey look, listen, I’m sorry,

But it’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy.