Oh I know it's all wrong.
Couldn't write a good hit
so I'm writing you this song.
And you're not even a ghost
since you moved back home.
Yeah, everything's cool.
Gonna go back to school and
earn how to be some kind of fool.
Gonna learn a trade cause that's what we do.
Gonna find another girl and make myself
another small world.
And if I could set aside this hurting heart.
I'd bear your ring at your wedding.
Cause I don't want to own it
and I don't want to show it.
And all of the pretty girls don't want to know it.
And I heard you're teaching the blind.
Well you taught yourself fine on how to let go of me. And I could teach you how not to let go,
but why you'de want to learn that girl I don't know. Cause your bohemian friend has got you tied up now and I don't think that you'll ever come down down.