(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 tellin' those

Expelling those

Negative holes 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 leavin' me this way

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?...