So Lo

White dreads get my blood pumping

These tummy tablets got me breaking in two

Big drops make me feel like jumping

Into the laps of the privileged few

It's become a habit, a predilection

Inventing endless tides of fiction

No

I feel so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

Haunted by a child brittle as paper

And now my future is just a vapour

Writ in such cruel detail

I guess I shouldn't let my train derail

It's become a habit, a predilection

No

I feel so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

So, so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

So, so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

All this suffering is all a part of being

A part of being

Making sense at all seems so Sisyphean

And I pray that my dying is freeing

All this linen makes me feel so European

It's become a habit, a predilection

Inventing endless tides of fiction

No

I feel so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

So, so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

Ooh, low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

So, so low

I should've learnt by now to keep my expectations

Low

So low