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