locked inside

{clean jangly

Rickenbacker guitar chords, subtle room reverb,

drums enter with a driving eighth-note groove} Sit around the table with

the lads

Talk about the football and the plans

Keep the conversation on the surface

Never mention what is under it {guitars dial back to light palm

muting, bass and drums stay steady} Put a heavy lid on top

of everything Screaming internally but we don't say a thing

(no we don't) {guitars start to open

up, swelling overdrive, drums building intensity} Because they always say that boys

don't cry So we swallow it down and we look to the

sky Keep it locked in a box,

keep it hidden away Nothing to see here,

we're doing okay

(yeah we're doing fine)

{full band explosion, driving post-punk drum beat,

ringing open guitar chords} Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Heavy weight pressing on my heart

But tomorrow I will put the mask back on

Pretend that all the heavy clouds have gone {guitars drop out leaving

just drums and bass,

clean guitar riffs enter on beat three} Because they always say that

boys don't cry So we swallow it down and we look to

the sky Keep it locked in a box,

keep it hidden away Nothing to see here,

we're doing okay

{high-energy full

band returns, soaring lead guitar melody in

background}

Boys don't cry... Yeah we just bottle it up

Boys don't cry... (hummmm) {guitars

slowly ring out, drum

beat slows to a stop,

final clean chords}