Think Long

On our picture shelves
(Get on, or get out)
Statues mocking me
How am I supposed to feel?
How am I not put at ease?
Talk yourself to sleep
Fall into it deep
I will wash off mine with rolling waves of worry
It doesn’t have to feel so wrong
Bethany you’re riding this one to its grave (the gates)
You never understood the difference between someone’s beating and refusal to
trade
Bless these tangled veins
(Get on, or get out)
None of which will grow the same
Now am I supposed to fake it?
Now are you so poised, at ease?
Think long, think, thinkg long, think think
Can you feel it surround me?
I think it’ll drown me
And I wonder how you could say that we (you) really owe you (us) anything
Think long, think, think long, think think