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