Morbid Stuff

[Verso 1] Db Gb I was bored as fuck Ebm G# Bbm Db Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff Gb G# Db Bbm Like if anyone I've slept with is dead and I got stuck Gb G# Db Bbm On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won't let up Gb Gbm It makes me feel like I'm about to throw up ( Db Gb Ebm G# ) ( Db Gb Ebm G# ) [Verso 2] Db Gb Ebm I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines G# While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene Db Gb Ebm And back in the city I was on a tear G# High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street Db Gb Passed out on the bus ride Ebm G# I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten Db Gb Everybody was sleeping in Ebm G# Mom and Dad were smoking weed in the attic again [Refrão] Ebm G# Db Gb I said, "I don't know what you want me to say" Ebm G# Db Gb I stood by watching as your world went up in flames Ebm G# Db Bbm Gb When you tried everything but the feeling stays the same G# Db You had it all, you pissed it away ( Db Gb Ebm G# ) ( Db Gb Ebm G# ) [Refrão] Db Gb Ebm G# I don't know what you want me to say Db Gb Ebm G# 'Cause back in the city I was on a tear Db Gb Ebm G# You had it all, you pissed it away Db Gb Ebm G# Back in the city without a care [Verso 3] Ebm G# Db Gb I still dream about you time and time again Ebm G# Db Gb While I've been sleeping in somebody else's bed Ebm G# Db Gb And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did Final G# Db