The Rambling and The Conjuring

I keep waiting on an outcome that I know'll never take place
It's getting harder to get let down with a smile on my face
But I can't help what I dream about at night
Open a window to keep my head cold inside.

Sometimes I lay in the dark
Thinking about the world in it's vanity.
Somewhere there must be a narc
Now the drugs are gone & so is my sanity.