again.

If I clean my room

Do you think I find my will to live?

It's been lost in the piles of laundry I forget to fold

And hidden under empty cups

And I think I remember seeing it under my desk somewhere

But I couldn't seem to make the trip out of my bed

I'm going to check the next three tomorrows

And after that I'll check some memories of you from years ago

But I haven't found anything there since our last conversation

I once looked for it in my mother's arms

And found that she was looking, too

Maybe I'll find it when I brush my teeth today