[SZ] Serpent Melancholy

Been collecting little futures
In a cracked glass on my desk
All the plans we never planted
Curling up like cigarettes

Make my melancholy
Into something I can hold
Fold these heavy colors
Into paper cranes of gold
If the hurt is staying
Teach it how to sing
Not scream
Make my melancholy
Soft enough to dream

There’s a sweater in the corner
Still shaped almost like your back
Every thread a quiet question
Every silence talking back

Make my melancholy
Into something I can hold
Fold these heavy colors
Into paper cranes of gold
If the hurt is staying
Teach it how to sing
Not scream
Make my melancholy
Soft enough to dream


If this is all I get from us
Let it glow
Not just collapse
Turn the ache into a language
I can finally answer back

Make my melancholy
Into something I can hold
Fold these heavy colors
Into paper cranes of gold
If the hurt is staying
Teach it how to sing
Not scream
Make my melancholy
Soft enough to dream


Make my melancholy
Into something I can hold
Fold these heavy colors
Into paper cranes of gold
If the hurt is staying
Teach it how to sing
Not scream
Make my melancholy
Soft enough to dream