4 days... my drug

I've been painting for 4 days.
Up till four every night
Sorta feel like a snowstorm hit my body and I didn't have the sense to go inside.
Nowhere to go but the 2 foot door into someone's mind.

I'm that little red balloon
that the boy chases all over London
So precious
He just has to have it.
More because it's always out of reach

But all I'm doing is chasing the outer limits of the atmosphere
Don't know why
It's just a means to an end
So far into my own head

But art makes me so high
and noone can make me stop
except myself
and today I realized I'm outta control