Silent Mouths, Rambling Minds

02. Don't Cry Over-

|Don't cry baby,|

|Don't waste those precious tears,|

|The dew glistening on your cheeks
could cleanse an angel,|

|So hold them in and save them for the
right one,|

|Or keep them to yourself and never
tell a soul,|

|I promise I won't judge,
after all, selfish people live longer.|

|Don't you cry over the guy who
knocked the paint onto the art project
you worked so hard on,|

|Or the low mark you got when you
studied for days.|

|Or the stain on your favourite blouse
that will never come clean.|

|Don't cry baby,|

|Don't you know we're in a drought?|

|The air's too hot and thick to let
them run,|

|And if you let them slip|

|They'll land in a sizzle on the
sidewalk and evaporate into a vapor.|

|And for weeks we'll all be stuck in
that mist.|

|Don't just cry over the way your
mother brushes you off like nothing
more than dust on her hands,|

|Or the messy combination in the
bottom of your locker of death threats
mixed with school notes,|

|Or the wilted flowers in your garden
you spent weeks planting and
priming.|

|Don't cry baby,|

|Because there's nothing on this earth
that could possibly be so blessedly
deserving of those tears,|

|and there's no one worth shedding a
tear over.|

|So please don't cry baby,|

|Not over the way your hips are a
little too snug in your favourite pair of
jeans,|

|Or the boy who said he loved you
but then kissed your best friend,|

|Or the rumours circulating the school involving your family tree.|

|Don't cry baby|

|I need you to listen to what I'm
trying to say,|

|So wipe those watery eyes,
And put on your brave face,|

|Because all I want you to understand
is that there's no point in crying over
these unworthy things.|

|So, please baby, promise me, no more crying over-

-spilt milk.|