Times are bound to get heavy
But I know we can make it
Because even though we are married
I still picture you naked
I'll start this off with a trigger warning
I've lost people to self-harming
Nothing is never nothing
So spit it out
Preacher preach me your sermon
I'll buy whatever you're selling
Times are bound to get heavy
But I know we can make it
Because even though we are married
I still picture you naked
Tiptoeing on the edge of "I am fine" and "It's all gone to hell"
A small sign of good tidings
I like where this is headed
Times are bound to get heavy
But I know we can make it
Because even though we are married
I still picture you naked
I hope and I hope and I hope that I don't choke
Cause deep in my throat there is a frog or a toad
My legs are weak
Am I a joke?
Get off the pot and go for broke
Times are bound to get heavy
But I know we can make it
Because even though we are married
I still picture you naked