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 that
 Give the same 12 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
 'Til 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
 'Cause I've been practicing disappearing
 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
 'Til 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