The Vanishing Act

<br>Were you surprised that we never spoke?<br>Then in the still of the night-when nothing stirs-<br>I woke and I gathered up some clothes. <br>I never planned on this but its the way it goes <br>and now it all seems so familiar like pages turned on calendars <br>we get the same twelve months to fuck things up-year after year-<br>and i can`t believe how down i am like the well i`m being lowered in, <br>now water stops, the bucket drops us farther and farther down. <br>Well i guess that you never knew me, or at least not well enough. <br>So i fill my gut with dark red wine until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind. <br>You won`t see me there in that thick black air-yeah.<br>i`ll finally make something disappear. <br>Because i`ve been practicing disappearing <br>and i think that i`ve got it down but now there is no sun just a cellar. <br>Nowhere is sky its just that black, black dirt. <br>Expanding outwards just echoes for answers <br>not that it matters if its back or its forwards.<br>Unhappy lovers with baskets of flowers use them as markers-<br>the place where your bed once stood a time when it still felt good.<br>But you`ll get that feeling back, <br>you just need sometime to drink <br>and so i`ll fill my gut with that blood red wine <br>until my insides swim and my veins unwind. <br>I`ll be lying there in that hot white air once <br>that something is gone it might never reappear.