The Old Year - Cassino

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

(Thanks to Mark for these lyrics)