If I pour my heart, my soul
It doesn't mean my work will sell
But breakthroughs in modern science
Mean that I can keep quite well

When my itch is fresh and oozing
I can sit around for hours in a daze
Holy are ghosts and girls from high school
My phantom vibrations and the sweet believing
Superstitious versions of myself

I never got to say good-bye, never got to say goodbye. No
I like to watch you play and dick around with your cameras babe
Like a song through the charts or the fat through your heart
I thought I was moving on up, hey movin on up

Holy are ghosts and girls from high school
My phantom vibrations and the sweet believing
Superstitious versions of myself
I never got to say good-bye, never got to say goodbye,
Never got to say goodbye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye