(Don't Let The Dragon) Draag On - King Krule

I hang my head for those

Who ain’t been held too close

In times of pain

When it’s ceiling trips

The room’s bathed in grey

Outside’s a trip

For another day

I keep telling those

Expelling those

Negative to go away

But it seems to grip

More everyday

The walls get taller

Self-medicate

«And how did you get this low?»

That’s what the illness spoke

For every word they had to say

Better of not to see

Me this way

Better off just to leave it

Guess this ain’t the world that I dreamt of

How many hits can I take?

How many things can one soul make?

I wrap myself inside my duvet

You think these blue giants feel the same?

You think they ever have these days?

You think they ever have these days?

You think they ever have these days?

(These days)