Girls From High School

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

Oh, 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 goodbye, never got to say goodbye, no

Oh, 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, yeah, moving on up

But my itch is fresh and oozing

Oh, 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 goodbye, never got to say goodbye, no

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, no

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh