The Well

It's not a reservation
That spot I saved for two
That plagued plan that we played with
Pursued by somebody new

I've got to hand it to you
You kept me occupied
My stubborn state of mind
That wave of love was high
But I feel the well has run dry
I know we said we'd give it time

Relatively in the realm of the wrong time right place
I just miss your
Misconstrued affirmation
I keep placing me where you are
Where you are
Where you are

I've got to hand it to you
You kept me occupied
My stubborn state of mind
That wave of love was high
But I feel the well has run dry
I know that feelings change with time

Salt water pours
As the dark deceiving clouds form
But the storm restored
The well that's always been yours

It was a reservation, I can't lie to you



Credits
Writer(s): Buck Mcknight
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