Missing You

I'll miss you most at Christmas
When the lights illuminate the tree
I'll miss you most tomorrow
Even when you're next to me.

Where have I gone this year?
My mind has flown away.
Where will I be tomorrow?
Will I live another day?

I love you most at night
While they're screaming in my head
I love you more at morning
While I open my eyes, undead.

I want you mostly to hold right now
As the last of me falls asleep
I want you mostly to kiss me now
To tell me sanity is mine to keep.

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