i fall off the planet for weeks at a time,
everyone's wondering why
where's she gone? what happened?
i'm probably just somewhere napping
i''m probably cuddling up with the man on the moon
and smoking blunts with all the stars in the room
i'm probably taking rounds of shots
i'm not cutting anybody off'
just consider me absent and forget me til we meet eyes again
meanwhile im gonna be making new friends
with martians and mushrooms
i'll probably be dead soon