He may not be the one she wants, but he s the one she needs
The one who loves the flavor of the very brain he feeds
The sole reminder of a time when words outnumbered deeds
He s never one for having fun when he s got blood to bleed
And it s all a lie
There s no wonder why
So he sings the pain
That he can t contain
Until the well runs dry
He may not be the one she takes, but he s the one who gives
She s never known a single soul more generous than his
The gift of time preserved in rhyme, that s all his passion is
When will she see that plurally is how he wants to live?
And it s all a lie
There s no knot to tie
So he steals away
And ties it anyway
Until the well runs dry
He may not be the one she likes, but he s the one she loves
His memory tugs tenderly at her from up above
And in the end he knows he ll win, but what s he winner of?
Her sweet caress means so much less than all her gentle shoves
And it s all a lie
That I can t deny
So I sing the pain
That I can t contain
Until the well runs dry
Until the well runs dry
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