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 always 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 out arms for some wings of harm
I am god dammed.

Been blown from the hinge
And I can now barely stand.
Oh Jaelyn I can
Oh I can feel you like the wind.

The beatings that rotation brings
Has us bedding down on anything
But as out shrinking lives collide and ring
The sound is beautiful and lean.

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 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"