Paroles de Morbid Stuff

I was bored as fuck Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff Like if anyone I’ve slept with is dead and I got stuck On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won’t let up It makes me feel like I’m about to throw up I was getting high in the van in st. Catharines While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene And back in the city I was on a tear High-fiving every shithead on queen street Passed out on the bus ride I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten Everybody was sleeping in Mom and dad were smoking weed in the attic again I said, I don't know what you want me to say I stood by watching as your world went up in flames When you tried everything But the feeling stays the same You had it all, you pissed it away I don't know what you want me to say 'Cause back in the city I was on a tear You had it all, you pissed it away Back in the city without a care I still dream about you time and time again While I've been sleeping in somebody else's bed And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did