I am a ghost
And you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while
Buttons and sweaters all knotted together
Free from outside harm

I will dream a rotten curse just to please my brain
I've got bodies in the back of my American car

Oh, you've been told that you're beautiful
One million too many times
It's not the problems, it's the shitty solutions
It's the city pollutions, it's time

You're a few of my favorite things
1 through 42
You wanted a solution, the solution's I'm a comin' for you

Problems are ghosts
They infiltrate seamlessly my little life that I try to lead

Take it all back and live like an artifact
You've got me pacing the room

Try to think of which one's worse
Me or school parades
I've got bodies in the back of my Cadillac