Lyrics
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
