You lie to me, the flood flows
from deep wells
I can tell by the ways you manipulate
I can hardly tell what truth to take
A lie
A cry for help to ease the strain
But I know, believe me I know
Because I’ve listened to you all my life
I feel the difference in your speech
I fear the depths from which she springs
In my dreams I lay awake, pause, replay the pain
Never doing it in vain,
In there I feel gravity in an instant
and see the choices I didn’t make
(this is what Hell is)
it is watching,
Heaven doesn’t wait.
The well walk deep to exit on the other end
and in the end she’ll catch up to her again
and gain again the recent present she knew she would always comfort her
Alone amidst 10 mile roads
The west is the best for heavy loads
Alive, you cannot bring it home