Water To The Well

I am still eleven but Im only twenty-one
Id like to be figment of your imagination
And I know I can believe me
If I listen to myself
Youre just ornamented
And youre sitting on a shelf

And I dont want to carry any water to the well
I dont want to leave all my wishes in a spell
Its time to be away from here
I cannot help myself
Im no longer on the side
That takes what it can get

What I could tell you now
Would probably not help you at all
I know I should have told you
When you were nearer to the fall
Strangers came among us
And we had not been prepared
The journey in and out of sin
Must have signalled that we cared

And I dont want to carry any water to the well
I dont to leave all my wishes in a spell
Its time to be away from here
I cannot help myself
Im no longer on the side
That takes what it can get