So Lo

Pond

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