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 coupla hoots
 A hello
 And a fuck all y'all
 A hello
 And 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 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