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