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