It's All Futile! It's All Pointless!

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

Well, 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 then feed those kids

And maybe use a sextant

I don't miss you

I miss the thought of what we were

'Cause 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

And what was your thought when you realised

You'll never feel naïve 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 and 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

His knife in a wound, he's a suture

I don't miss you

I miss the thought of what we were

'Cause 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

And it's okay, anything to make me feel less numb

It's okay, anything to make me feel less numb

It's okay, anything to make me feel less numb

It's okay, it's okay

(Eat my rent and eat my food)

(And eat my dues and eat those kids) It's okay

And maybe use a sextant