Low is about a hard year, full of conflicting emotions and in a state of flux. Not knowing what exactly is going on and knowing you're too vulnerable to protect yourself. Low is an experiment in quasi depressive themes, just wanting to be alone, not knowing how to, and the way to get back out.

Special thanks to Kiri, Mum and Dad, my Grandparents, Rhiannon, Sydney, Jacqueline, The Keepers of the Cove, Uncle Andy, and every bartender that mixed me a cocktail and poured me a draft through all of this. 

I'll see you again. Thanks for listening.

Ring

Shrink me down until
I'm the size of pills
I'm the size of pills 
It was for thrill

Show me a void to fill
Maybe I will
Maybe I will
But please just be patient with me

I need a bitter pill to swallow
Give me releif for a time
But feel nothing tomorrow

I need a bitter pill to swallow
Something that could feel like love
Something to keep my mouth shut
Give me a pill

I wont use it as a crutch
But I've said too much
Ive said too much
I've been feeling crushed

I know it won't get me fixed
But it's an opiate
And I'm hoping it
Might let me sleep again

I need a bitter pill to swallow
Give me relief for time
 but feel nothing tomorrow

I need a bitter pill to swallow
Something that could feel like love
Something to keep my mouth shut
Give me a pill

Concussion

Pills

I got a message round 11
My ringing ears suddenly deafened
I never felt so damn pathetic
And all the actions I regretted

My doing well always depended
On the someone I would spend it
I never was that independent
She never was that into pendants

I know I'm not the first
But it still stings
I know I'm far from worst
But i still drink
I know I'm not the only soul with a heart in greif
So anyone
Hurt with me

I needed someone to forget it
I met a soul so empathetic
She said her man left round the seventh
She said she needs some anaesthetic

Im coming round around 11
She said she needs a little heaven
I've owned a heart but now I'm renting
I cleared the ashes off her bed and

Eleven

I said I'm hurt
She said she was worse
Give me a curse
Come over, boy

I need a sailor
To take me away from
This port to a haven
I'll show you ,boy

The way that I'm thinkin
Either way we're sinkin
So let's get to singing
I'm floating, boy

I've already bled
For our daily bread
Then she said

I don't need your emotion boy ('motion boy)
I just need my hips in motion boy (motion boy)
I wanna sink in the ocean boy (ocean boy)
Ocean boy (ocean boy) ocean boy (ocean boy)

These sinister sigils
They lie and belittle
A memory, a Vigil
Of ocean boy

I thought I was better
She said she could weather
Us being together
I'm frozen boy

Rise hair on my skin
Give me some more gin
My head's in a spin
I'm broken boy

I'm already dead
She's already fed
Cuz she said

Bridge
And darling we're almost there
And hardly I've had a breath of air
And I'm sorry to see
That it's time I take my leave
But she don't care
She just said

Ocean Boy

Concussions are hard to recover from, you cant prepare for them, you're left a different person after it, takes weeks, or months to recover from. When you're concussed you don't feel like yourself, you can feel bitter to whoever was responsible, you work to forgive them and yourself. You work to try and adjust to the new person you are now. You become more and more aware of your vulnerabilities and how anyone could fuck you up. 

kinda reminds you of love right?

A Man of Many Words

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