Intro
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[Verse 1]
F#
Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong
B C#
I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad
F#
The words I write they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines
B C#
I scrunch the scrap a waste of time, a waste of thoughts in my head
F#
The sets of songs that I forgot where all about my writers block
B C#
And all that's left to express is i've not got much to express
[Chorus]
B F#
Self obsessed and hypercritical
B F#
Self abasing when over analytical
B F#
Self-righteous but apolitical
B F#
I express myself and little else
[Verse 2]
F#
I waste the day, I waste the evening, combing through words try to find meaning
B C#
It's just self-involved struggles with feelings, where do I go from that?
F#
Each line written is lazy and boisterous, hard not to see my endeavours as pointless
B C#
Approach a project frustrated and joyless, get surprised when it's bad
F#
But there is a truth that I've been evading, I mostly make things so you think I'm creative
B C#
I'm so shallow you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity
[Chorus]
B F#
Self obsessed and hypercritical
B F#
Self abasing when over analytical
B F#
Self-righteous but apolitical
B F#
I express myself and little else