Morbid Stuff

 C               F
I was bored as fuck
  Dm       G                 Am               C
Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff
          F            G            C              Am
Like if anyone I've slept with is dead and I got stuck
      F                   G         C                Am
On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won't let up
             F                       Fm
It makes me feel like I'm about to throw up


C F Dm G
C F Dm G


[Verse 2]
 C              F                    Dm
I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines
                         G
While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene
  C               F              Dm
And back in the city I was on a tear
                     G
High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street
   C                F
Passed out on the bus ride
        Dm                       G
I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten
      C                 F
Everybody was sleeping in
          Dm                          G
Mom and Dad were smoking weed in the attic again


[Chorus 1]

         Dm         G              C         F
I said, "I don't know what you want me to say"
   Dm           G             C                  F
I stood by watching as your world went up in flames
 Dm                G                  C      Am       F
When you tried everything but the feeling stays the same
      G                             C
You had it all, you pissed it away

C F Dm G
C F Dm G


[Chorus 2]
 C        F            Dm          G
I don't know what you want me to say
  C                 F               Dm      G
'Cause back in the city I was on a tear
  C         F          Dm         G
You had it all, you pissed it away
  C           F             Dm      G
Back in the city without a care


[Outro]
 Dm         G              C         F
I still dream about you time and time again
        Dm         G              C         F
While I've been sleeping in somebody else's bed
          Dm         G              C         F
And as my body aged, the feeling, it never did