These midnight visitors,
They're visits are getting far too frequent to count
But I can always count on them
To provide some levity when we're needing it most
Because there's still life in these ghosts,
It just needs coaxing out now and again
A cursory rub, a half-hearted touch
Something palpable for it to hang on to
I just want a middle ground between the shit we get up to
And going to sleep, maybe getting something to eat...
These midnight visitors,
Their visits are getting far too frequent to count