To hell with all those wishing wells

Because the time we use for safe keeping

Is precious to our believing

In believing that something

Something more for you to adore

Is worth more than you did before

But before was a time of exponential need

When both parties reluctantly agreed

To agreeing that something was nothing

And it was simply a state of hustling

In order to keep hustling

Along the idea that

The thing we call love

Is worth something more

Than how you used to put yourself above

Because above was safer than below

Above you know what's to show

But maybe its all just a throw

To catch in the wishing well down low.