Its All Futile Its All Pointless Lovejoy

Its All Futile Its All Pointless

Lovejoy

JazzCat

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0:00 3:34
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歌詞

[Intro]
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 1]
A              Bm9                    D/C#
 I lost the passion that comes with living
Bm7 A        Bm9               D/C#
     Since I started university
Bm7
A            Bm9                   D/C#
 I took a geography course to learn    the datelines
    Bm7
And maybe use a sextant
A               Bm9             D/C#
 But now I just press facsimiles
Bm7
A                Bm9                    D/C#
 And you're exactly who you wanted to be
       Bm7
That's what you said
A                      Bm9            D/C#
 'Cause you wanna watch   TV and sleep    all day and
   Bm7
lay   in bed, but
A             Bm9                   D/C#
 You're forgetting that I've got to go  to work and
   Bm7
eat   my food
    A                 Bm9             D/C#
And pay my rent and reproduce and feed    those kids
    Bm7
And maybe use a sextant

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m  F#mmaj7    A   Aadd#11
   I don't  miss you
           Dmaj7                  Gm/D
I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
A                       Bm               F#m
 'Cause this is the part  where I shut up   and let you
F#mmaj7        A
infest my brain
              Bm             F#m
Wrap your arms  around my cortex,
          F#mmaj7            A
dig you in       and let you drain
       Bm                  F#m
You'll never get rid of me,   oh,
    F#mmaj7            A
I'm like   a fucking disease
                Bm
I'll make a home  in your gut
F#m            F#mmaj7                A
   'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep

[Bridge]
    | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 2]
A                         Bm9                 D/C#
 And what was your thought   when you realised
                  Bm7              A
You'll never feel naive love again?
           Bm9              D/C#
Was it pain   or was it sickness?
              Bm7                  A
Were you proud   of who you'd been?
            Bm9                  D/C#
The shyness waiting for his phone    calls
            Bm7        A
Replaced by apathy and dating apps
             Bm9                    D/C#
You held his hands, it felt like flying 
         Bm7             A
Now he's just another man
                    Bm9               D/C#
You'd rather he was inside than beside    you
Bm7
A                 Bm9              D/C#
 But he's talking marriage and a future
Bm7
A                   Bm9                D/C#
 He's picking a lock   he doesn't go into
Bm7 A
     He's knife in a wound,
Bm9         D/C#
   he's a suture

[Pre-Chorus]
F#m  F#mmaj7    A   Aadd#11
   I don't  miss you
           Dmaj7                  Gm/D
I miss the thought of what we were

[Chorus]
A                       Bm               F#m
 'Cause this is the part  where I shut up   and let you
F#mmaj7        A
infest my brain
              Bm             F#m
Wrap your arms  around my cortex,
          F#mmaj7            A
dig you in       and let you drain
       Bm                  F#m
You'll never get rid of me,   oh,
    F#mmaj7            A
I'm like   a fucking disease
                Bm
I'll make a home  in your gut
F#m            F#mmaj7                A
   'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep

[Outro]
         Bm F#m
It's okay
        F#mmaj7                    A
Anything       to make me feel less numb
         Bm F#m
It's okay
        F#mmaj7                    A
Anything       to make me feel less numb
         Bm F#m
It's okay
        F#mmaj7                    A
Anything       to make me feel less numb
         Bm F#m F#mmaj7
It's okay
A           Bm               F#m
 Eat my rent  and eat my food
               F#mmaj7                  A
And eat my dues       and eat those kids
         Bm F#m
It's okay
And maybe use a sextant

小節

[Intro]
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 1]
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/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
'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

[Pre-Chorus]
| F#m   | F#mmaj7 | A    | Aadd#11 |
| Dmaj7 | -       | Gm/D | -       |

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

[Chorus]
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A |

'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

[Bridge]
    | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |

[Verse 2]
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | Bm7 |
| A | Bm9 | D/C# | -   |

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

[Pre-Chorus]
| F#m   | F#mmaj7 | A    | Aadd#11 |
| Dmaj7 | -       | Gm/D | -       |

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

[Chorus]
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A |

'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

[Outro]
    | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m | F#mmaj7 |
| A | Bm | F#m |

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
It's okay
And maybe use a sextant

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