The Well
I leave the house and drive around to hide what's in my head
'Cause I will never let you see the troubles that I've fled
I'm so afraid I'll fuck this up 'cause I'm in hell
So I push it down and keep the tears, the tears inside the well
The trouble is that you're just too adjusted
And you can see the well has calcified and rusted
You'll extend a guided hand and offer up your grace
But any light from this far down just seems too far away
Any light from this far down just seems too far away
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I know at times I try to pull you down here with me
I do it 'cause the loneliness feels better when I'm pitied
You'll stay a while, and I'll believe you're unhappy too
But I'm the one who stayed so long
My hands have turned to prune
Whatever happens though, you'll always throw the rope
And reel me back into a place, a place where I can cope
I briefly open up, show you how I fell
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
'Cause I will never let you see the troubles that I've fled
I'm so afraid I'll fuck this up 'cause I'm in hell
So I push it down and keep the tears, the tears inside the well
The trouble is that you're just too adjusted
And you can see the well has calcified and rusted
You'll extend a guided hand and offer up your grace
But any light from this far down just seems too far away
Any light from this far down just seems too far away
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
I know at times I try to pull you down here with me
I do it 'cause the loneliness feels better when I'm pitied
You'll stay a while, and I'll believe you're unhappy too
But I'm the one who stayed so long
My hands have turned to prune
Whatever happens though, you'll always throw the rope
And reel me back into a place, a place where I can cope
I briefly open up, show you how I fell
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
You hold me close and promised me, you'll always guard the well
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Writer(s): Morgan Taylor Reid, Jesse Mccartney
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