Скачать или смотреть It’s all futile! It’s all pointless! - 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

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 realized
You’ll never feel naive love again
Was it pain? was it sickness?
Were you proud of who you’d been
The shyness waiting for his phone calls
Replaced by apathy in 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 the future
He 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
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

Eat my rent and eat my food
And eat my dues and eat those kids
And maybe use a sextant