She leaps higher than the scalenAnd then falls like iron like screaming airnRight down in front of menI don't know how it came to thisnI am so scarred up with cigarettesnCigarettes and leaksnnBut I know I always stay possessed nLike some preacher to a crucifixnIf you drive your nails into mennWe're sitting on the floor in a pilenTrading our arms for some wings of harmnI am goddamnnBeen blow from the hingenI can now barely standnOh, Jaelyn I can, I can feel you like the wind(?)nnThe beatings that rotation bringsnHas us betting down on anythingnBut as our shrinking lives collide and ripnThe sound is beautiful and leannYeahnnBut I never planned to live like thisnEmpty vaults, and a rolling kissnOh I never planned on anythingnnSitting on the floor in a smilenI'm tearing it apart, like poverty artnYou are god sentnnWe've been both thrown over the hingenAnd I can now barely standnOh, Jaelyn I can, I can feel you like the windnnI fear it’s getting close to the endnI can feel it in the warm ailing wind.nShe says, “I don’t want to think about that cause I am married to imaginary friends.â€nSo come on, come on in