No Point Complaining
I figured out that it's pointless to try
Be optimistic, get an early night
It offers no respite
That'll fill the void or save my life
From my fear of being nothing being onto something
Took a passionless course to delay
What I know's coming to me
And I can't sleep
Cos' I think I'm dying again
It makes self-betterment lose all meaning and
When did it start to feel like
Everyday was a Sunday Afternoon
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I could've tried harder
No odds to me now
Cos' I've been itching for some space to breathe
Since the point of no return caught up to me
Well the months are empty
Feel my friends resent me
Still I'd chop off a limb to avoid responsibility
And I can't keep, thinking back
To how it used to be
And ignore what's good for me
When did it start to feel like
Everyday was a Sunday Afternoon
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
Be optimistic, get an early night
It offers no respite
That'll fill the void or save my life
From my fear of being nothing being onto something
Took a passionless course to delay
What I know's coming to me
And I can't sleep
Cos' I think I'm dying again
It makes self-betterment lose all meaning and
When did it start to feel like
Everyday was a Sunday Afternoon
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I could've tried harder
No odds to me now
Cos' I've been itching for some space to breathe
Since the point of no return caught up to me
Well the months are empty
Feel my friends resent me
Still I'd chop off a limb to avoid responsibility
And I can't keep, thinking back
To how it used to be
And ignore what's good for me
When did it start to feel like
Everyday was a Sunday Afternoon
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
When you can't think right and you know it's
Futile to fight, when you're on your own
And your thoughts run wild
And you know you can't change a thing
And no one's picking up their phone
And every second is drawn out long
And everything that could's gone fucking wrong
And you can feel the colour draining
It's aggravating
No point complaining now
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Michael Booth, Edward Geoffrey Thomas Sharp
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