Might as Well

I don’t have a home anymore
I move from house to house
Leave a piece of me at every door

I don’t have a faith now
Don’t want to fool myself
It’s inevitable anyhow

Don’t have respect for
The things I loved so dear
No reason
Nothing I can hold on to when I depart from here

No longer mystified
Or intrigued beyond control
My place is in my head
I guess I might as well perish
I guess I might as well be dead

Copyright ©2005 Jessica Tedder