(The Bottom Of) the Well

So don't draw like me So don't draw like me, I draw too well Lssons learned so hard to dispel So don't draw like me Gave you all my fears you love me still You draw so well In the quiet of dawn in the early morn you thrill me You draw so well, you kill me It's just geometry, you don't need it anyway And all those pointless lines and proofs Just confuse the things we say We never needed any truth to face the day Just a sketch of something wretched moving on a ways, on a ways So don't draw like me, I draw too deep There are some things we should keep between ourselves All this needless greed, this endless need It feels like hell, so don't draw like me We thought that it was bottomless the problem is it wasn't see And all the things we dumped therein came back to haunt us eventually They rose up from the depths to greet us Like old friends they ran to meet us Couldn't wait to reacquaint, reintegrate, assimilate Oh, you know, we're really drawing from the bottom Bottom of the well right now