The Old Year

She leaps higher than the scale
and then falls like iron and screaming air, right down in front of me
I don’t know how it came to this I am so scarred up with cigarettes Cigarettes
and leaks
But I know I’ll always stay possessed like some preacher to a crucifix if you
drive your nails into me
We’re sitting on the floor in a pile Trading our arms for some wings of harm
I am god damned Been blown from the hinge And I can now barely stand Oh Jaelyn
I can Oh I can Oh I can feel you like the wind
The beatings that rotation brings has us bedding down on anything But as our
shrinking lives collide and ring the sound is beautiful and learn
I never planned to live like this empty vaults a rolling kiss Oh I never plan
on anything
Sitting on the floor in a smile I’m tearing apart
Like poverty art you are God sent
Been blown from the hinge And I can now barely stand Oh Jaelyn I can Oh I can
Oh I can feel you like the wind
I fear its getting close to the end I can feel it in the warm ailing wind She
says I don’t want to think about that cause I am married to imaginary friends
So come on Come on in
(Thanks to Mark for these lyrics)