CRY

Hiding my depression from my housemates
I don’t know them well enough yet to cry in the kitchen
Showerhead or the empty bed
I yell down the hallway, «I'm going to the store»
But instead I walk to the local football field
And I walk around in circles, find a quiet corner
And cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
Open your eyes, run back, baby
But they’ll think that I’m a liar if I come home empty-handed
Go, use your head, buy another loaf of bread
When I walk back through the door I’ll say, «You can never have too much bread»
And try not to cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry
I make them food, I make them love
I say, «Okay, no, you should get an early night»
I stop and I wait, stuck in the mining state
I close the kitchen door and hold onto the sink
And cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry