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