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 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 'n' 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.

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

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.

Eat my rent and eat my food

And eat my dues and eat those kids

And maybe use a sextant.