| Please, curtains in. Start us off… You swing first. |
| Sorry. I don’t know what I said, but you’re crying now again, |
| And that only makes it worse. |
| Let me do my job. Let me do my job. |
| Sylvia, get your head out of the oven. |
| Go back to screaming, and cursing, |
| Remind me again how everyone betrayed you. |
| Sylvia, get your head out of the covers. |
| Let me take your temperature, |
| You can throw the thermometer right back at me, |
| If that’s what you want to do, okay? |
| Please. Please calm down. Steady out, I’m terrified. |
| Sorry, I want us to ally, but you swing on little knives. |
| They’re only sharp on one side. |
| Let me do my job. Let me do my job. |
| Sylvia, get your head out of the oven. |
| Go back to screaming, and cursing, |
| Remind me again how everyone betrayed you. |
| Sylvia, get your head out of the covers. |
| Let me take your temperature, |
| You can throw the thermometer right back at me, |
| If that’s what you want to do, okay? |
| Sylvia, can’t you see what you are doing? |
| Can’t you see I’m scared to speak, |
| And I hate my voice 'cause it only makes you angry. |
| Sylvia, I only talk when you are sleeping. |
| That’s when I tell you everything. |
| And I imagine that somehow you’re going to hear me… |