Today

On our picture shelves,

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

(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 beating and refusal to trade

Bless these tangled veins

None of which will grow the same

Now am I supposed to fake it

Now are you so poised at ease?

(Get on or Get Out)

Can you feel it surround me I think it'll drown me yeah

And I wonder how you could say that we really owe you anything

And I wonder how you could say that you really owe us anything

Think long, think think long, think think.

[think long - mates of state]