It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! song by Lovejoy. It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! is the latest song. It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! song's lyrics written by Ash Kabosu, Mark Boardman, Wilbur Soot & Joe Goldsmith. It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! song produced by Sam Coveney.
It’s All Futile! It’s All Pointless! Credits:
Song: It’s All Futile! It’s All Pointless!
Album: Pebble Brain
Artist: Lovejoy
Written by: Ash Kabosu, Mark Boardman, Wilbur Soot & Joe Goldsmith
Produced by: Sam Coveney
Label: Robin Zwaard
"It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! song lyrics"
(originally by Wilbur Soot)
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
'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 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 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
He's 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
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
