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 goes



And 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 down



Well, 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 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've got it down



Now 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 dirt



Expanding outwards just echoes for answers

Not that it matters if its back or its 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

You just need sometime to think



Into 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 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