Slow And Stoned / Method Of Yonash

U’re calling me late at night
spasmodically breathing
you whisper to my tired ear
an unintillegible message
slow!
stone it!
f… it!
don’t creep like a pig!
you read me your last will
while you’re sleeping
your gabble is maybe charming me
but can’t you see
you’re drowning i tell you
you must go to bed
i don’t know what i know
and i don’t call a medicine man
i should know that you drown!