For forty-seven days You fell asleep on someone else's kitchen floor Waking someone in the middle of the night You wanted to explore I put up some fliers Told everyone I know And one day out of nowhere, you show up at home As if nothing was wrong Fat from the wet food With just a few scratches Covered in ashes from somebody's dirty, old smokes I'm sorry that I left you and flew far away You warned me not to go, but I did anyway And if I knew that you would leave I never would have strayed away from you But I don't blame you What kind of friend am I?