I had no idea where the ground was. I had plans with the ground But I flaked like a bad friend. I found myself in the stratosphere. Bad friend. The ground missed me, I would miss it later. She drew a bath Of gasoline just for me And then she smoked a cigarette on Broadway Right next to me What the **** did she expect? And now I’m at reconciliation Trying to pardon both of us. The priest told me I couldn’t smoke in the church. This is my incense, And I don’t get why it’s worse than yours. I got angry falling back to earth At terminal velocity. Thank god the ground was soft, That god the ground is a better friend to me Than I am to it.