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
Bye bye
Yeah