Its All Futile Its All Pointless Wilbur Soot

Its All Futile Its All Pointless

Wilbur Soot

Echo

755
0:00 3:41
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: B
Capo:
Fret 2
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 1]
A              Bm11                   A/C#
 I lost the passion that comes with living
Bm7 A        Bm11
     Since I started university
A/C# Bm7
A            Bm11                  A/C#
 I took a geography course to learn    the datelines
    Bm7
And maybe use a sextant
A               Bm11            A/C#
 But now I just press facsimiles
Bm7
A                Bm11
 And you're exactly who you wanted to be
A/C#       Bm7
    That's what you said
A                     Bm11            A/C#
 So if you wanna watch    TV and sleep    all day and
   Bm7
lay   in bed but
A             Bm11                  A/C#
 You're forgetting that I've got to go  to work and
   Bm7
eat   my food
    A                 Bm11            A/C#
And pay my rent and reproduce and feed    those kids
    Bm7
And maybe use a sextant

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m  F#mmaj7    A
   I don't  miss you
F#m6/A           Dmaj7/A                Gm/A
      I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
A                Bm               F#m            C#7/B
 This is the part  where I shut up   and let you infest my
     A
brain
              Bm             F#m
Wrap your arms  around my cortex,
          C#7/B                 A
dig you in     and let you drain
       Bm
You'll never get rid of me,
F#m       C#7/B                 A
   oh I'm like a fucking disease
                Bm
I'll make a home  in your gut
F#m            C#7/B
   'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
A Bm11 A/C# Bm7

[Verse 2]
A                     Bm11                 A/C#
 What was your thought    when you realised
                  Bm7              A
You'll never feel naive love again?
           Bm11              A/C#
Was it pain    or was it sickness?
         Bm7                     A
Were you proud of who you'd been?
            Bm11                 A/C#
The shyness waiting for his phone    calls
            Bm7          A
Replaced by apathy and dating apps
             Bm11                   A/C#
You held his hands, it felt like flying 
         Bm7             A
Now he's just another man
                    Bm11              A/C#
You'd rather he was inside than beside    you
Bm7
A                 Bm11             A/C#
 But he's talking marriage and a future
Bm7
A                   Bm11                A/C#
 He's picking a lock    he doesn't go into
Bm7 A
     Less knife in a wound,
Bm11         A/C# Bm7
    he's a suture

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m  F#mmaj7    A
   I don't  miss you
F#m6/A           Dmaj7/A                Gm/A
      I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
A                Bm               F#m            C#7/B
 This is the part  where I shut up   and let you infest my
     A
brain
But it's okay,
Bm       F#m               C#7/B
  it's a strategy to ensure     I remain
A       Bm
 You'll never get rid of me,
F#m         C#7/B                 A
   well I'm like a fucking disease
                Bm
I'll make a home  in your gut
F#m            C#7/B
   'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep
A         Bm F#m
 It's okay
C#7/B A         Bm F#m
       It's okay
C#7/B A Bm F#m
C#7/B A Bm F#m
C#7/B

[Outro]
A           Bm               F#m
 Eat my rent  and eat my food
               C#7/B             A
And eat my dues     and eat those kids
Bm F#m    C#7/B
      And maybe use a sextant

Bars

[Intro]
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 1]
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |

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
So if 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

[Pre-Chorus]
| F#m     | F#mmaj7 | A    | F#m6/A |
| Dmaj7/A | -       | Gm/A | -      |

I don't  miss you
I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
| A | Bm   | F#m  | C#7/B |
| A | Bm   | F#m  | C#7/B |
| A | Bm   | F#m  | C#7/B |
| A | Bm   | F#m  | C#7/B |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7   |

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

[Verse 2]
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm11 | A/C# | Bm7 |

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
Less knife in a wound,
he's a suture

[Pre-Chorus]
| F#m     | F#mmaj7 | A    | F#m6/A |
| Dmaj7/A | -       | Gm/A | -      |

I don't  miss you
I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |

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

[Outro]
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |
| A | Bm | F#m | C#7/B |

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

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