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. X2 Doh doo doo Oooh yeah X2