Text The Sex Rhyme

[Him]

So I heard you finally want to talk?

Well, that's good!

Go ahead and grab a seat, we'll get this going

[Me]

But where are you supposed to start when you don't believe in ends or beginnings?

[Him]

I guess you'll just (have to) pick a point of reference, boy

Try the first thing on your worried mind or break a part off (of) your heavied heart and make it lighter

[Me]

Well there is this weight that I wish I could lift up off my chest

[Him]

Good... Go on

[Me]

Well, see I used to think that it was just me, but then I thought it was envy -

[Him]

You're doing fine

Keep going

[Me]

I thought it was envy, and it made me wonder

Was it time for deep sleeping turned to gritting teeth and grief splintered weeping??

Answer me

Answer me, please?

Answer me!

[Him]

Alright, but I'll have you know that right when I thought it was what you suspected (yeah, you guessed where I was going with this); it was not

Now imagine my heart as a photograph: And the picture is of fires

Notice it's worn down quite well?

Can you read the cracks and lines?

[Me]

Well, I see the yellow's gone or going brown

That, I know

[Him]

I knew you could tell

You're doing fine, keep going; just forget not my heart's just a photo

A photo of fire

[Me]

But where are you supposed to start when you don't believe in ends or beginnings?

[Him]

Try the first thing on your worried mind or pick apart your heavied, heavied heart

Please, just make it lighter