Think Long

On our picture shelves Statues mocking me Tell me how am I supposed to feel? How am I not put at ease? (Get on or get out) Talk yourself to sleep Fall into it deep I will wash off mine with rolling waves of worry (Get on or get out) Hey hey it doesn't have to feel so wrong Bethany you're riding this one to its grave You never understood the difference Between someone's beating and refusal to trade Bless these tangled veins None of which will grow the same