About My Falling

The right thing to say

Just a few days too late

And again your grace is shown

Water displacement

A print for The Basement

And the cover of a standard is blown

And I prefer to have my dinner for lunch

And dessert when I start

And I prefer to use the metric system

When it comes to matters of the heart

But you broke all my beakers apart

And I've misplaced my conversion chart

Liquid antibiotics

Cough suppressing narcotics

Holding court at the mission on my birthday

Pedialite and cigarettes

Bags full of cash and regrets

With a good faith mistake what is there to say

And I'd like to think that my problems

Come down to ambition more than facility

And I'd like to think that my falling

Is just a natural decline in my mobility

But that would excuse me from my own scrutiny

So that this might go on into perpetuity