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