Navigating the tumultuous seas of young adulthood, our protagonist is adrift in a world that's lost its magic. University, once a beacon of hope and knowledge, has become a monotonous grind, devoid of passion. The song explores the bitter reality of growing up - the transition from idealistic dreams to mundane responsibilities like paying rent and feeding kids. Love isn't innocent anymore; it's replaced by apathy and dating apps. The chorus is an anguished cry against the relentless invasion of adult life, likening it to a parasitic disease. Yet there's a sense of resignation too - anything to feel less numb. So here we are, navigating life with our sextants, yearning for simpler times and grappling with existential dread - because sometimes, it all feels futile and pointless!
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 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 realized
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
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
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
Writer(s): Ashley Stevens, Joseph Goldsmith, Mark Boardman, William Gold
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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