Wilbur Soot - It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! lyrics
William Patrick Spencer Gold
[Wilbur Soot - It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! lyrics]
I lost the passion that comes with living
Since I started university
I took a geography course
To learn the datelines
And maybe use a sextant
But now I just press facsimiles
And you're exactly who you wanted to be
That's what you said
'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all
Day and lay in bed but
You're forgetting that I've got to go
To work and eat my food
And pay my rent and reproduce
And feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
This is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me
Oh I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
What was your thought when you realised
You'll never feel naive love again?
Was it pain or was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you'd been?
The shyness waiting for his phone calls
Replaced by apathy 'n' dating apps
You held his hands, it felt like flying
Now he's just another man
You'd rather he was inside than beside you
But he's talking marriage and a future
He's picking a lock he doesn't go into
Less knife in a wound, he's a suture
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
This is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
But it's okay
It's a strategy to ensure I remain
You'll never get rid of me
Well I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
It's okay
It's okay
Eat my rent and eat my food
And eat my dues and eat those kids
And maybe use a sextant
Since I started university
I took a geography course
To learn the datelines
And maybe use a sextant
But now I just press facsimiles
And you're exactly who you wanted to be
That's what you said
'Cause you wanna watch TV and sleep all
Day and lay in bed but
You're forgetting that I've got to go
To work and eat my food
And pay my rent and reproduce
And feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
This is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
Wrap your arms around my cortex
Dig you in and let you drain
You'll never get rid of me
Oh I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
What was your thought when you realised
You'll never feel naive love again?
Was it pain or was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you'd been?
The shyness waiting for his phone calls
Replaced by apathy 'n' dating apps
You held his hands, it felt like flying
Now he's just another man
You'd rather he was inside than beside you
But he's talking marriage and a future
He's picking a lock he doesn't go into
Less knife in a wound, he's a suture
I don't miss you
I miss the thought of what we were
This is the part where I shut up
And let you infest my brain
But it's okay
It's a strategy to ensure I remain
You'll never get rid of me
Well I'm like a fucking disease
I'll make a home in your gut
'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
It's okay
It's okay
Eat my rent and eat my food
And eat my dues and eat those kids
And maybe use a sextant