I wrote Medicine in my bedroom cupboard when I was really sick: feverish, worn down and quite jaded by life. It was at the same time that it felt like life was coming at me and simultaneously falling apart. A warped period of panic where time moved both too fast and painfully slow. The name came first - both humorously after being declined paracetamol without ID, and because of a craving for something to soothe it all: the pain, the fear, the fog. This song is a soft kind of reaching. A desperate mantra. A quiet promise: I know it's getting better.
