The Vanishing Act
Were you surprised that we never spoke?That in the still of the night when nothing stirs I wokeAnd 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 thatGive the same twelve months to fuck things upYear after year.
And I can't believe how down I amLike a wellBeing lowered inThe water stopsThe bucket dropsIt'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 gutWith that dark red wineTill my brain shuts offAnd my eyes go blind.You won't see me thereIn that thick black air.Yeah, I'll finally make something dissapear.
Cuz I've been practicing dissapearingAnd 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, yeahNow there's no sunIt's just a cellarNowhere a sky,Just that black, black, black, black dirt.
Expanding outwardsJust echoes for answers.Not that it matters,It's backward,It's forwards.
Unhappy loversWith baskets of flowers.Use them as markers,The place where your bed once stoodAt the time when it still felt good.
But you'll get that feeling back.Yeah, you just need some time to thinkAnd to add up the HellGet it straight in your mind,But to calculate costsThat 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 gutWith that blood red wineTill my insides swimAnd my veins unwind.I'll be riding thereIn that hot white air.Once that something's gone,It might never reappear