Pup - Morbid stuff

I^C was bored as fu^Fck Si^Dmtting aro^Gund and thinking a^Amll this morbid st^Cuff Like if an^Fyone I've sle^Gpt with is de^Cad and I got st^Amuck On dea^Fth and dying and obs^Gessive tho^Cughts that won't ^Amlet up It makes me f^Feel like I'm about to th^Fmrow up

I^C was getting hi^Fgh in the van in St. ^DmCatharines While you were rubbing el^Gbows in the art scene An^Cd back in the ci^Fty I was on a t^Dmear High-fiving every shi^Gthead on Queen Street Pas^Csed out on the bu^Fs ride I got ho^Dmme in the morning at a qu^Garter to ten Everyb^Cody was sleeping i^Fn Mom and Da^Dmd were smoking weed in the a^Gttic again

I said, "^DmI don't kno^Gw what you want^C me to say^F" I s^Dmtood by watch^Ging as your wo^Crld went up in flam^Fes W^Dmhen you tried ever^Gything but the feel^Cing sta^Amys the sa^Fme You ha^Gd it all, you pissed it away ^C

I^C don't kn^Fow what you w^Dmant me to sa^Gy 'C^Cause back in the c^Fity I was on a t^Dmear ^G Yo^Cu had it a^Fll, you pis^Dmsed it away^G Ba^Cck in the ci^Fty without a c^Dmare ^G

I^Dm still drea^Gm about you tim^Ce and time^F again While I'^Dmve been sle^Geping in somebo^Cdy else's ^Fbed And as my ^Dmbody aged, ^Gthe feeling, it^C never did^F