All forms of desire
Have left this body now
This feels so tired
White room, empty house
What if my heart's not in it?
It could happen to me
What would you do
If the things you loved were killing you?

What day will they choose
When the earth decides to cut me loose?
In an auditorium?
Taking methadone with my friends?
Or beside a lake with my dad in 96?
I hope I get choices
The things I love are killing me now