can't help it
there is too much of it

it is invading the space between us
no one knows where it came from
how come it's filling up the distance
like this is how it's supposed to be

can't help it
it just appeared from nowhere I know
I feel like the only thing that's forming my body is
this melancholia
at worst, I can't even see it

spreading into the air
through our veins
somehow it went into your system
all this happened can't be helped

can't help it
after spilled out from your tongue
it filled up the space between us in a matter of seconds
swelling or growing or expanding
what could I have done

could I reach the sky
spreading the wings I don't have
could I be a deep sea fish
without knowing how to breathe in the water

only then possibly
maybe this melancholia would leave me be
would leave us alone

no, not in love