Slow To Standing

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