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.