Box for My Organs

I'm scared of who I am And who I've become in the last Year or two A fragile mistake meant to Cull the herds of me I lost hope In the backseat of the First car that I drove to The places I love And where I swore I'd never see I'm growing Out of fear That I will be too small to Live in peace Without the thought That I would have to remember— I lost hope In the backseat of the First car that I drove to The places I love And where I swore I'd never see My body Is just a mistake A simple box for all my organs To all my closest friends— I wish you well, I guess