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 that
give the same twelve months to fuck things up
year after year.

and I can't believe how down I am
like a well
being lowered in
the water stops
the bucket drops
it's farther and farther down,
farther and farther down.

Well I guess you never knew me,
or at least not well enough.
And so I fill my gut
with that dark red wine
till 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 dissapear.

'Cuz I've been practicing dissapearing
and I think that I got it down.

Now there's no sun,
it's just a cellar.
Nowhere a sky,
just that black, black dirt, yeah
now there's no sun
it's just a cellar
nowhere a sky,
just that black, black, black, black dirt.

Expanding outwards
just echoes for answers.
Not that it matters,
it's backward,
it's forwards.

Unhappy lovers
with baskets of flowers.
Use them as markers,
the place where your bed once stood
at the 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 costs
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 fill my gut
with that blood red wine
'till my insides swim
and my veins unwind.
I'll be riding 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