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

Lyrics by：Archy Marshall

Composed by：Archy Marshall/Nilüfer Yanya

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 holes to go away

But it seems to grip

More everyday

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 off just leaving me this way

Better off just to leave it

Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt of

How many hits can one bum take

How many things can one boy make

I wrap myself inside my duvet

You think those 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