作曲 : Samuel Cromack
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