I'm setting myself a goal
Of finding a girl with similar views on sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll
And I may never find a perfect match
'Cause there's always a problem, there's always a fucking catch
And I'm not perfect
Not even close
I'm just a person
I'm just a ghost
My old English teacher is going off the deep end
I think he's losing his mind in the divorce
Says he's starting all of his classes by telling a bunch of high school kids:
"High school? Those are your prime suffering years
Don’t get better suffering than that!"
Do you have even the fuzziest notion of how I feel about you?
Because I'm not sure even I do
Can't say a word, won't say a word
But I'll try three:
I love you
About my feelings
Can you make them disappear?
Can you take away my fear?
Can you make me a better man?
Nope! That’s something I gotta do for myself.