There are ghosts in my tears!
Then cry your eyes out, love,
But don’t expect me to pass you
A tissue.
Those ghosts are our friends,
They’d be yours too if you
Stopped sniffing.
You only created them,
They owe you nothing.
catering for the reader
There are ghosts in my tears!
Then cry your eyes out, love,
But don’t expect me to pass you
A tissue.
Those ghosts are our friends,
They’d be yours too if you
Stopped sniffing.
You only created them,
They owe you nothing.