I,I

I,I, My, Hyacinthus

People say that I look like an ill-placed picture
On the wall in the gallery of a mid-century haunted house
I don't mind

And I drift off to
The sound of your laughter

So over you, not over you, so over you
There's so many things
That I'd like to say
If I had to pick one
He may be with you
But he will come back to haunt you

What was stolen from us permanently lost
What was taken from me, we'll never regain
Never regain



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Diaz Driskill, Steven Micheal Jahn
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