Pack your stuff

A corner filled with darkness, bloody moon Passing by the window, blurry shapes A damp place, cold blankets, dust on the shelves Reminds me of the day, day of doom. Chorus: Pack your stuff and disappear, go have yourself a nice life honey But you'll always have that spot in your life, I?ll have the glory I didn't know what to do or what to say You were laying next to an unknown guy In my own bed, with my bottle of wine on the case Now, that was the day, day of doom. Chorus: Pack your stuff and disappear, go have yourself a nice life honey But you'll always have that spot in your life, I'll have the glory