You and I both know
I'm not lasting.
So the last thing
You all might see of me
Will be a status update,
Then I'll be on the news
And not for good reason.
Am I mentally deteriorating?
There's certainly a possibility.
There's also a possibility
That I don't wanna be on the same planet as you,
And that maybe,
Another meteor
Should come down,
And strike the Earth again.
Because I want a do-over,
I also wanna be
six feet above you.