(processional flute and strings, a slow ceremonial march)Dearly we are gathered in this dim-lit booth,to witness what these two have come to vow,to have and to hold, in earnest and in truth —or whatever this is, we have not decided howI take thee to be my... something... my sort of... maybe...in sickness and in health, in left-on-read and lately...to love, to cherish, to wonder what we are...for richer or for poorer, in this almost-relationship, so far...(beat drops — trap, autotuned rap)Till the lease do us part, that's the deepest that we getwe are not official but we share a thermostat I betI do not take thee, I just kinda hang round theeit's been seven months, babe, what exactly are we, geeShe liked the photo but she did not like the textintroduced me to the dog but not the parents nextwe got a we time but we ain't got a we statusI'd put a ring on it, she'd put a question mark on it, atlasTill the lease do us part, that's the deepest that we getwe are not official but we share a thermostat I betI do not take thee, I just kinda hang round theeit's been seven months, babe, what exactly are we, geeSpeak now, or forever hold your peace, the moment came —she typed three dots, then stopped, then never said my name(flute returns, soft and unresolved)...you may now... kiss the... it's complicated...
