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 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