Taking too long
shout out to my medication
holding on to
moments that aren't dark and deadly
you work the weekends
shut up that's not sexy to me
we’re way too young to
know when we should leave the party
All the worries on me
worm around inside my brain
fructify and bury
it goes back to my baby
hoping I’m not crazy
Your friends are funny
until they’re in your bed a few times
it shouldn't hurt me
but death can make me greedy sometimes
the misconception
that all those *** will bring me back
that you can change me
hard to see the harm in that
All the worries on me
worm around inside my brain
fructify and bury
it goes back to my baby
hoping I’m not crazy
