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 these drugs 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

All the worries on me

Worm around inside my brain

Fructify and bury

It goes back to my baby, hoping I'm not crazy