(Don't Let The Dragon) Draag On

I hang my head for those Who ain't been held too close In times of pain When the ceiling drips The room's bathed in grey Outside's a trip For another day I keep telling those Expelling those Negative hoes to go away But it seems to grip More everyday Walls get taller I self-medicate "And how did you get this low?" That's what the illness spoke For every word they had to say Better off just leaving me this way Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt of How many hits can one room take? How many days can one whole 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? --- (Don't Let the Dragon) Draag On - King Krule