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, 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 laugh

I say "I'll clean up, you should get an early night"

I stop

And I wait

Stuck in my new 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