CRY - Julia Jacklin

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