Morbid Stuff

[00:14.30] I was bored as fuck

[00:17.95] Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff

[00:24.68] Like if anyone I’ve slept with is dead and I got stuck

[00:30.29] On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won’t let up

[00:36.18] It makes me feel like I’m about to throw up

[00:49.16] I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines

[00:51.97] While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene

[00:55.05] And back in the city I was on a tear

[00:57.57] High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street

[01:00.10] Passed out on the bus ride

[01:02.62] I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten

[01:05.71] Everybody was sleeping in

[01:08.23] Mom and Dad were smoking weed in the attic again

[01:11.32] I said, "I don't know what you want me to say"

[01:17.48] I stood by watching as your world went up in flames

[01:24.21] When you tried everything but the feeling stays the same

[01:29.82] You had it all, you pissed it away

[01:49.73] I don't know what you want me to say

[01:53.93] 'Cause back in the city I was on a tear

[02:00.11] You had it all, you pissed it away

[02:07.68] Back in the city without a care

[02:14.13] I still dream about you time and time again

[02:21.14] While I've been sleeping in somebody else's bed

[02:29.55] And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did