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 learned by now to keep my expectations
Low


Haunted by a child brittle as paper
And now my future
Is just a vapor
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 learned by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should've learned by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should've learned by now to keep my expectations
Low


All this suffering is all a part of being (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 learned by now to keep my expectations
Low
So, so low
I should've learned by now to keep my expectations
Low
Oh no
(I should've learned by now to keep my expectations low)
So, so low
(I should've learned by now to keep my expectations low)
So low