Wishing Well

Standing on a bus stopFeeling your head popOut in the nightIn the kind of nightWhere you want to be outOn the street, on the streetCrawling up the wallsLike a cat in heatAnd the air is thinAnd it blows through your skinAnd you feel like somethingIs about to beginBut you don't know whatAnd you don't know whenSo you tear at your hairAnd you scratch at your skinYou wanna run away, run awayJust get on the fucking train and leave todayAnd it doesn't matter where you spend the nightYou just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fightOr calling your room on a concrete shelfFighting all alone, with yourself, with yourselfAnd you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossedIn a wishing well, a wishing wellA wishing well, a wishing wellWell you're tossed in the airAnd you fell and you fellThrough the dark blue watersWhere you cast your spellLike you were just a wish that could turn out wellSo you stand on the cornerWhere the angels sitAnd you think to yourself,"This is it, this is itThis is all that I haveAll I can standIs this air in my lungsAnd this coin in my hand."That you tossed in the airAnd I fell, and I fellAll the way to the bottomOf the well, of the wellLike those soft little secretsThat you tell, that you tellTo yourself when you thinkNo one's listening too wellAnd the walls spinAnd you're paper-thinFrom the haze of the smokeAnd the mescalineThe threat of your browUnder unmade sheetsIn your ear with the noiseFrom the darkest streetsWe ran far and wideYou screamed, you criedYou thought suicide was an alibiBut you were always a messYou were always aloofYeah, it's awful, I guessBut it's the awful truthIt was truth from the firstTo the last words that she readAnd she emerged from the darkLike a ghost in my headShe said, "I haven't forgotAny words that you saidI just stare at the clocksAnd I cry in my sleepAnd I tear up your lettersAnd I burn them in heapsAnd I gather the ashesIn that hole in the groundWhere we fell"