Themme Fatale - well's run dry

I've got so many thoughts I can't stand to think
I'll think them all anyway and drive myself
Crazy for a while
There's nothing else to do
Now that our well's run dry

I'll say goodnight to every star
And fall asleep counting them
So I don't have to think about
Who you're saying it back to now
Who you're saying it back to now

You got tired of standing me up
I got tired of being enough
We got tired of being in almost love

Now our well's run dry
Now our well's run dry