The Old Year Songtext

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