The Well

This one's called the well I could not work So I threw a bottle into the woods And then I felt bad For the doe paw And the rabbit paw So I went looking for the pieces Of the bottle that I threw Because I couldn't work I went deep further than I could throw And I came upon an old abandoned well All boarded over With a drip hanging from the bucket still Well, I watched that drip but it would not drop I watched that drip but it would not drop I knew what I had to do Had to pull those boards off the well When I got the boards off I stared into the black, black, black And you know I had to yell Just to get my voice back I guess everybody has their own thing That they yell into a well I gave it a couple hoots A hello And a fuck all y'all Hello A fuck all y'all I guess everybody has their own thing That they yell into a well And as I stood like that Staring into the black, black, black I felt a cool wet kiss On the back of my neck Dang I knew if I stood up The drip would roll down my back Into no man's land So I stayed like that Staring into the black, black, black Well they say black is all colours at once So I gave it my red rage, my yellow streak The greenest parts of me and my blues I knew just what I had to do I had to turn around and go back And let that drip roll down my back And I felt so bad, I felt so bad about that But wouldn't you know When I turned to go Another drip was forming on the bottom of the bucket And I felt so good about that