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 Stood by watching as your world went up in flames When you've 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 Well I've been sleeping in somebody elses bed And as my body aged, the feeling never did