Maxwell Williams - Melancholia Lyrics

We're trying to avoid the floor made of lava
And we're trying to break the glass ceiling
But "Why are we trying to break these things
When we're only stationed inside of our feelings?"

Melancholia is my whole life
It's right to cry yourself to sleep at night
Melancholia, the world's subscript
And I'm just a piece on a contrast tile

We're crying out the car window, tears land in a Florida bog
And Walt Whitman reminds those that the beach at night is a fraud
I cannot sleep when we move so fast down the highway that kills its keep
So instead I let my wet, black eyes blur the sky of mid-Tennessee

Melancholia is my whole life
It's right to cry yourself to sleep at night
Melancholia, the world's subscript
And I'm just a piece on a contrast tile

A hidden planet behind the sun

Is my whole life
It's right to cry yourself to sleep at night
Melancholia, the world's subscript
And I'm just a piece on a contrast tile