The Old Year Lyrics

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 ciggarrets
Ciggarrets and leaks

But I know I always stay possed
Like some creacher 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 goddamn
Been blow from the hidge
I can now barely stand
Oh, Jaelyn I can, I can feel you like the wind(?)

The beatings that rotation brings
Has us betting down on anything
But as our shrinking lives collide and rip The sound is beautiful and lean
Yeah

But I never planned to live like this
Empty vaults, and a rolling kiss
Oh I never planned on anything

Sitting on the floor in a smile
I'm tearing it apart, like poverty art
You are god sent

We've been both thrown over the hinge
And I can now barely stand
Oh, Jaelyn I can, I can feel you like the wind

I fear it’s getting close to the end
I can feel it in the wall ailings ends.
She says, “I don’t want to think about that cause I am
married to imaginary friends.”
So come on, come on in

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