The Vanishing Act - Bright Eyes
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 its the way it goes and
now it all seems so familiar like pages turned on calendars we get the same twelve months
to f_ck 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. Well i guess that
you never knew me, or at least not well enough. So i fill my gut with 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. Because i've been practicing disappearing and i think
that i've got it down but now there is no sun just a cellar. Nowhere is sky its 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 drink and 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 is gone it might never
reappear.
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