Melancholy, what's the glory?

 What one drowns in a glass of alcohol
makes the soul reborn?
No, it just makes it go numb for a while.

We, the losers in love,
making lies to survive
to make it all easier 
to see if we can go on

But we never do
because we're stuck
like a huge rock
on a riverbed 
everything goes by it
but it stays put.

My melancholy hits hard sometimes
just like when there's a hurricane
and you're a bird that is stuck inside
right in the middle of its eye
in this kind of limbo.