you got a wishing well within
because with me there are no lies
now that i'm back to a pushing pen
that weighs two hundred tons
i'd like to drop it on you
and watch it all fall through
the ones who aggravate you most
and happen to be ever close
seem to be the ones lurching
for the same things that you are searching
the ones who make you feel ill
and you think that nature should have killed
those you curse when you're alone
seem to be so close to home
feels like standing still
feels like standing still