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Were you surprised that we never spoke? |
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That in the still of the night when nothing stirs I woke |
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And I gathered up some clothes. |
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I never planned on this, but it's the way it goes. |
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And now it all seems too familiar, |
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Like pages turned on calendars that |
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Give the same twelve months to **** things up |
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Year after year. |
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And I can't believe how down I am |
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Like a well |
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Being lowered in |
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The water stops |
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The bucket drops |
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It's farther and farther down, |
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Farther and farther down. |
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Well I guess you never knew me, |
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Or at least not well enough. |
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And so I fill my gut |
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With that dark red wine |
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Till my brain shuts off |
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And my eyes go blind. |
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You won't see me there |
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In that thick black air. |
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Yeah, I'll finally make something dissapear. |
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Cuz I've been practicing dissapearing |
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And I think that I got it down. |
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Now there's no sun, |
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It's just a cellar. |
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Nowhere a sky, |
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Just that black, black dirt, yeah |
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Now there's no sun |
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It's just a cellar |
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Nowhere a sky, |
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Just that black, black, black, black dirt. |
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Expanding outwards |
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Just echoes for answers. |
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Not that it matters, |
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It's backward, |
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It's forwards. |
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Unhappy lovers |
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With baskets of flowers. |
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Use them as markers, |
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The place where your bed once stood |
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At the time when it still felt good. |
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But you'll get that feeling back. |
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Yeah, you just need some time to think |
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And to add up the Hell |
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Get it straight in your mind, |
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But to calculate costs |
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That may take some time. |
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But I'm sure you'll get to feeling better. |
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Yeah I just need some time to drink. |
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So I fill my gut |
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With that blood red wine |
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Till my insides swim |
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And my veins unwind. |
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I'll be riding there |
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In that hot white air. |
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Once that something's gone, |
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It might never reappear |
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It might never reappear |
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It might never reappear |
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It might never reappear |
