Lyrics King Krule – (Don’t Let The Dragon) Dra’ag On

I hang my head for those
Who ain’t been held too close
In times of pain
When it’s ceiling trips

I keep telling those
Expelling those
Negative thoughts/whores?
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)