The Vanishing Act

Were you surprised that we never spoke? That in the still of the night, when nothing stirs I woke and I gathered up some clothes I never planned on this but it's the way it goes And now it all seems too familiar like pages turned on calendars We get the same twelve months to fuck things up, year after year And I can't believe how down I am like a well I'm being lowered in Now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down Farther and farther down Well I guess that you never knew me Or at least not well enough So I fill my gut with dark red wine Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind You won't see me there in that thick black air Yeah, I'll finally make something disappear Because I've been practicing disappearing And I think that I've got it down Now there is no sun, just a cellar Nowhere is sky, just that black, black dirt Now there is no sun, it's just a cellar Nowhere is sky, just that black, black Black, black dirt Expanding outwards, just echoes for answers Not that it matters, it's back or it's forwards Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers Use them as markers The place where your bed once stood A time when it still felt good But you'll get that feeling back Yeah, you just need some time to think And to add up the hell, get it straight in your mind But to calculate cost, that may take some time But I'm sure you'll get to feeling better Yeah, I just need some time to drink So I'll fill my gut with that blood red wine Until my insides swim and my veins unwind I'll be lying there in that hot white air Once that something's gone, it might never reappear It might never reappear It might never reappear It might never reappear