Girls from High School

If I ball my heart, my soul

It doesn't mean my work will sell

But breakthroughs in modern science

Means that I can keep quite well

When my itch is fresh and oozing

Oh I can sit around for hours in a day

Holy are ghosts, and girls from high school

My phantom vibrations

And the sweet believing superstitious

Versions of myself

I never got to say goodbye

Never got to say goodbye

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, thought I was moving on up

When my itch is fresh and oozing

Oh I can sit around for hours in a day

Holy are ghosts, and girls from high school

My phantom vibrations

And the sweet believing superstitious

Versions of myself

I never got to say goodbye

Never got to say goodbye

Bye bye [x8]

Yeah