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 pa**ion 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