From the Poisoned Well
Elliott Smith
I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well
In a corridor by a picture in a frame
Of a man with no name
Don't get backed into a corner
Talking to yourself come on back to me
My bright tomorrow
If you feel hollow
Well, it's probably 'cause you are
Well at least so far
I think of you with hesitation
I think of you too hard come on back to me
But don't make me sorry
I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well from the poison well