I’ve lost my taste for sin
I’ve lost my
need to win
I’ve lost
precisely nothing
God can’t breathe
to life again.
I’ve lost my
need for writing
For helping, or
for men
Lost my need
for knowing
they’ll think
well of me again.
Lost my need
for fashion, for reading, for print
The only things
I haven’t lost are those
God has put within.
