Morbid Stuff Lyrics by PUP
[PUP]
I was bored as ***
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
[PUP]
I was getting *** 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
***-fiving every *** 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 *** in the attic again
[PUP]
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 *** it away
[PUP]
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 *** it away
Back in the city without a care
[PUP]
I still dream about you time and time again
While I’ve been sleeping in somebody else’s bed
And as my body ached, the feeling, it never did
