Teaching a Narwhal Empathy

Another drink and another think is all I need
I can't believe, that you're not home
I hid my weed underneath the sink
Packed my belongings and I headed for the east coast

But what I'll miss the most
Is being left out and thrown into the cold
I think I lost myself out here
Can you find me when I disappear?
On my own

I lost my favorite hat again
Why's this always happening to me?
Is this my capital punishment?
These thoughts of death they consume me

But the grass is still so green
And these autumn leaves they don't mean a thing
Because they'll resurrect from the same branch in the spring