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