Morbid Stuff
Reflecting on Life's Dark Echoes: Morbid Stuff by Skatune Network
Lyrics
I was bored as fuck
I was extremely bored.
Sitting around and thinking all this morbid stuff
I was contemplating dark and gloomy thoughts.
Like if anyone I've slept with is dead and I got stuck
I wondered if people I've been intimate with are no longer alive, and I feel stuck in that thought.
On death and dying and obsessive thoughts that won't let up
I'm fixated on death, dying, and persistent, intrusive thoughts.
It makes me feel like I'm about to throw up
These thoughts make me nauseous.
I was getting high in the van in St. Catharines
I was getting high in a van in St. Catharines.
While you were rubbing elbows in the art scene
While you were socializing in the art scene.
And back in the city I was on a tear
Back in the city, I was behaving recklessly.
High-fiving every shithead on Queen Street
I was enthusiastically interacting with undesirable individuals on Queen Street.
Passed out on the bus ride
I passed out during a bus ride.
I got home in the morning at a quarter to ten
I returned home at 9:45 AM.
Everybody was sleeping in
Everyone was still asleep.
Mom and dad were smoking weed in the attic again
My parents were smoking weed in the attic.
I said
I expressed my dissatisfaction.
I don't know what you want me to say
I'm unsure of what response you expect from me.
Stood by watching as your world went up in flames
I observed as your life fell apart.
When you've tried everything, but the feeling stays the same
Despite trying everything, the emotional pain persists.
You had it all, you pissed it away
You had success, but you squandered it.
I don't know what you want me to say
I'm still uncertain about what you want me to say.
'Cause back in the city I was on a tear
Back in the city, I was reckless again.
You had it all, you pissed it away
You had everything and wasted it.
Back in the city without a care
Back in the city, carefree and without concern.
I still dream about you time and time again
I still have recurring dreams about you.
Well I've been sleeping in somebody elses bed
I've been sleeping in someone else's bed.
And as my body aged, the feeling never did
As my body ages, the emotional sensation remains unchanged.
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