People leave
Little ghosts dangling
And you see the gaps
Muddy footprints and outline bodies
There is a crime
Or maybe I think there is a crime
When a friend
Yanks themselves from your life
And you find yourself
Talking to yourself
Contemplating if they had
Just imaginary
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
People leave
Little ghosts dangling
And you see the gaps
Muddy footprints and outline bodies
There is a crime
Or maybe I think there is a crime
When a friend
Yanks themselves from your life
And you find yourself
Talking to yourself
Contemplating if they had
Just imaginary