The Vanishing Act

Were you surprised that we never spoke?
Then 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 goesAnd now it all seems so 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 the well I'm being lowered in
Now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down
Farther and farther downWell, I guess that you never knew me
Or at least not well enough
So I fill my gut with the dark red wine
Until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blindYou won't see me there in that thick black air, yeah
I'll finally make something disappear
'Cause I've been practicing disappearing
And I think that I've got it downNow there is no sun it's just a cellar
Nowhere is sky it's just that black, black dirt
Now there is no sun it's just a cellar
Nowhere is sky it's just that black, black dirtExpanding outwards just echoes for answers
Not that it matters if its back or its forwards
Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers
Use them as markersThe place where your bed once stood
A time when it still felt good
But you'll get that feeling back
You just need sometime to thinkInto out of the hell, getting straight in your mind
But you calculate cause, let me take some time
But I'm sure you get to feelin' better
And I just need some time to drinkSo 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 reappearIt might never reappear
It might never reappear
It might never reappear