Aunt Melancholia has come to visit,
With heavy bags blocking doors,
Weighed down on chests,
Under the eyes;
No need to get up for Aunt Melancholia;
She’d rather you didn’t leave the bed.
She’s seen how tired you look;
She’s certain you’re not eating right;
Let her tuck you in tight
And throw that nasty to-do list away.
She sheds and spreads
And fills the space,
Certain this time she’ll stay
Oh, forever, forever…
Will someone check on her for me and see
How many tears she wants in her tea.