Morbid Stuff - PUP

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