Crying

What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
My eyes are leaking and my body feels so weak.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.

I'm a thinker, not a feeler.
I don't deal with issues, I just call my dealer.
An emotional iceberg, I pimp my feelings.
Got a thick skin, I think it's appealing.

I was a clever child, I was never wild.
I could remember every phone number that I ever dialed.
I was remote but in control.
The die was cast, cast myself in a starring role.

And I learned how to feign affection.
Learned how to kiss babies. Every day's an election.
Moved in slow-motion, with no emotion.
Started story-telling, they were lol-ing.

Started thinking differently. Epiphany
I turned into a different me
And thus began the infamy
It's the infant in me, I have fun with bad puns
But sorry, 'cause the story is a sad one.

And they say that tears are not enough
But I'll cry for a woman if she's hot enough.
And I'll cry for attention so you will love me.
And I'll cry just to mess with your impression of me.

And I know it's tempting to call me a sad clown.
'Cause my mouth tells jokes but my fingers make sad sounds.
Call me a drama-queen, I'm fiercer than shake shears.
I know what it takes to be the Shakespeare of these fake tears.

I'm unshakable, 100% control.
My heart is cold as the Yukon, it's also black as coal.
Oh, I'm not capable of shedding all these tears.
My life is lived like a movie, telling lies is my career.

So what's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.

So I turn on the Fossetts. Sympathy. Symphony.
You hear violins and massive rumblings of timpani.
I started thinking differently. Epiphany.
I turned into a different me.
Thus began the infamy.

My legs tremble and my chin quivers.
My nose is running, running very fast, my body shivers.
If this is crying, I get it now.
It hurts, but it feels good, so let it out.

The master of deflection, I absorb the tension.
Pale is my complexion, my whole jaw clenching.
I just won't cry and you know why?
I already got bloodshot eyes 'cause I'm so high.

What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I guess I must be crying. I guess I must be crying.