Slow to Standing - Fairweather

Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart

Supposing this doesn’t have to be anymore than thought

For now it’s not, and if I could just talk to you

And not want to tell it all.

Because it seems

I’ve always known things change, they change

Just give it time, so the only consolation is the feeling

That I’m going on anyway.

Where motions slow to standing

I’m building to indifference and dulled inside

Wait on saying all your thinking out loud

These wounds are healing, its worth leaving alone now

These words are reactions to this that I will

Never be alright