I thought I had the one, the perfect girl for me
Turns out I was only her number two
Not knowing what to do, what to say or who would help me through
I went down to talk to the man on the corner stoop
I said: Do you have any advice for me?
Said: Son, don't fight another's reality
Use your intuition to assess each situation
Sometimes you should stay, sometimes you should run
When I came home, she's all gone
Not interested in conversation
Let alone exploring emotion

Padre Ichiro told me something my eyes now start to see
She loves that marijuana more than she loves me

I went down to the corner just to see
If the Padre had any more guidance for me
But when I got there all he did was give a knowing glare
And I knew what I had to do, it was clear
When I came home I stayed strong
Didn't let her get me to blaze or bone
I said: Get balanced or get gone

Padre Ichiro told me something my eyes now start to see
She loves that marijuana more than she loves me

She loves that marijuana more than she loves me
She won't even share her good stuff with me
So of course she loves it more than being free