Crying
Gonzales Lyrics

What's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I am experiencing tears and am surprised by this physical reaction.

I guess I must be crying, I guess I must be crying
I am acknowledging that I am indeed crying.

My eyes are leaking and my body feels so weak
My eyes are releasing tears and my body feels physically affected by my emotions.

I'm a thinker, not a feeler
I tend to rely on logic and reason rather than emotions.

I don't deal with issues, I just call my dealer
Instead of facing my problems directly, I try to numb my emotions with drugs.

An emotional iceberg, I pimp my feelings
I keep my emotions hidden and I use them in calculated ways to benefit myself.

Got a thick skin, I think it's appealing
I feel that my ability to remain unaffected by emotions is desirable.

I was a clever child, I was never wild
As a child, I was intelligent but not particularly emotional or adventurous.

I could remember every phone number that I ever dialed
My memory is strong and I have a sharp mind for details.

I was remote but in control
I may have been emotionally distant, but I always felt in control of myself.

The die was cast, cast myself in a starring role
I had a predetermined idea of who I was and worked to make that image a reality.

And I learned how to feign affection
I am skilled at pretending to care about others even if I am emotionally detached.

Learned how to kiss babies, every day's an election
I know how to charm people and play to their emotions to get what I want.

Moved in slow-motion, with no emotion
I move through life in a detached way, without showing much emotion.

Started story-telling, they were LOL-ing
I began using humor and storytelling to entertain others and distract from my lack of emotional presence.

Started thinking differently, epiphany
I had a realization that my emotional detachment might not be a good thing.

I turned into a different me, and thus began the infamy
I changed who I was and it led to a reputation for being emotionally unavailable or manipulative.

It's the infant in me, I have fun with bad puns
I have a childlike sense of humor and enjoy making jokes that might not be particularly clever or appropriate.

But sorry, cause the story is a sad one
Despite trying to make light of things, my story is ultimately a sad one.

And they say that tears are not enough
People might say that crying is not a sufficient emotional response to a situation.

But I'll cry for a woman if she's hot enough
I might feign emotion or cry in order to impress or attract someone who I perceive as desirable.

And I'll cry for attention so you will love me
I might cry to get attention or affection from others, rather than showing genuine emotion.

And I'll cry just to mess with your impression of me
I might cry as a way to manipulate others or change how they perceive me.

And I know it's tempting to call me a sad clown
People might view me as someone who puts on a happy front but is secretly sad or conflicted.

Cause my mouth tells jokes but my fingers make sad sounds
Despite my outward persona, my true emotions are often reflected in my music or artistic expressions.

Call me a drama-queen, I'm fiercer than Jake Shears
People might try to dismiss me as someone who is overly dramatic, but I am actually quite intense and passionate.

I know what it takes to be the Shakespeare of these fake tears
I am well-versed in the art of faking emotions and can easily manipulate others with my fake tears.

I'm unshakable, 100% control
I feel that I am completely in control of myself and my emotions at all times.

My heart is cold as the Yukon, it's also black as coal
I am emotionally distant and feel that my heart is hardened like ice or stone.

No, I'm not capable of shedding honest tears
Despite crying, I feel that I am unable to truly express or feel genuine emotion.

My life is lived like a movie, telling lies is my career
I often live my life as if it is a performance or a movie, and telling lies or manipulating others is something I see as necessary for success.

So what's this salty water streaming down my cheeks?
I am questioning why I am crying and what that might mean for me emotionally.

I guess I must be crying, I guess I must be crying
Despite my initial confusion, I am acknowledging that I am indeed crying and accepting that as a reality.

So I turn on the faucets, sympathy, symphony
I might try to evoke sympathy or empathy from others as a way to make myself feel better.

You hear violins and massive rumblings of timpani
I am using dramatic language to describe the emotional impact of the situation.

My lips tremble and my chin quivers
My emotions are starting to show through my physical reactions.

My nose is running, running very fast, my body shivers
My physical reactions to my emotions are becoming more intense.

If this is crying, I get it now
I am coming to understand the true emotional impact of crying and why it might be important for me to express my emotions.

It hurts, but it feels good, to let it out
While expressing emotions is difficult, I am starting to feel a sense of relief and release as I allow myself to cry.

The master of deflection, I absorb the tension
Despite my tendency to deflect or avoid emotions, I am able to handle intense emotions when necessary.

Pale is my complexion, my whole jaw clenchin'
My physical reactions to my emotions are becoming more pronounced.

I just won't cry and you know why?
Despite my current emotional vulnerability, I feel that I have the ability to resist crying in the future.

I already got bloodshot eyes cause I'm so high
Even when I am not expressing genuine emotion, my lifestyle and behaviors might still have physical effects on me.