Ca**ino - 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'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