If you flew through the ceiling,
The world wouldn’t stop;
You could haunt me at leisure
Or we could just chat.
You could tell me about graveyards,
How ghosts really feel;
How useless a heart is
With just time to heal.
We could pull apart logic
And exorcise fate,
Unravel life’s mysteries,
Make light of love’s ways.
If you turned blue and vanished,
It'd be just like old days.
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