Think Long - Mates of State

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