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'm 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
And I am goddamned
Been blown from the hinge
And I can now barely stand
Oh Jaelyn I can
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 lean
Well, 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
And you are God sent
Been blown from 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 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
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