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