My Resevoir

Sometimes I'm not really sure
About anything really
But if you want to get specific
Then I should say
That I'm not really sure about my tears
I'm not sure why they come to me
I'm not sure why they come when they do

Usually there's no reason to cry
Usually i just want to scream instead
But i can't control the tears that come
I have no idea why they come to me
I have no idea why they come when they do

You know, there's no real reason
For crying, i mean
Tears are only meant for one thing
And that thing is for moistening our eyes
When they get dry
No scientist can explain just why
Our tears come when we have an excess of emotion
No one knows why they come
No one knows why they come when they do

Maybe...and we're back on the topic of me again
Maybe...my wild tears are the solution
Of a sloppy, easy fix from when
I was just a kid
Maybe...when i used to refuse to cry
All of my tears got trapped in a reservoir
Somewhere deep within my mind
And maybe...now the dam is starting to break
And one day soon, maybe all those unshed tears
Will flood my body, soul, and mind
Or maybe...these tears now, coming so unexpectedly
Are nothing more than overflow
Just a few drops of water that won't fit
Not in the giant pool of what's already being held back
So maybe i do know why they come
Maybe i do know why they come when they do

Or maybe i'm just over-thinking this whole thing
Maybe i just cry because i need to cry
Maybe there's no reservoir, no dam, no river
Maybe i'm just out of my mind

Yes, yes, that would make more sense
Maybe i'm just out of mine