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 twelve 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

till 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 dissapear.



'Cuz I've been practicing dissapearing

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

'till my inside