Saturday Nights Taking Hits Listening to Narco Debut and Thinking of you

Concomitant treatments And with a medal of honor in pill Russian roulette, I’m likely to believe it The problem is You say everything with confidence So I’m likely to believe it You already said you think about me when you wake up So i’m likely to depend on it It’s sick and twisted but in all the best ways A brush with death you didn’t know that you were looking for Attaching heart strings to boulten boards Leave me alone with my open heart surgery or leave me something to savor The drills on your hands that disguise themselves as fingers, Are so dangerous to the touch, i’ll have to sign a waiver Look at me like that again, and I’ll give you something to sever I said we’d wait until tomorrow, but I should’ve known you’re too clever for that You must've ripped out my spine Cause I haven't fended for myself in months! You must've ripped out my spine Cause I can't muster more than a gesture Out of the frayness of my presumptuous throat And I'm looking at my notes! I'm stuck on this puzzle that is the last letter you wrote The problem is You think about me when you wake up, You say everything with confidence And you're an abundance of cleverness, So I'm likely to depend on it