Hiding my depression
From my housemates
I don't know them well enough yet
To cry in my kitchen

Shower head by 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 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 on to the sink

And cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh, cry, cry, cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry