Uncle Jill

Staring out on escape routes

As things as I knew show up and leave

If they won’t go they get shoved out

I’m packing light with what I need

Not bad enough

To not be that good

Uncle Jill please don’t judge me

Or I will kill you for it

I’m normal man who does normal things

Don’t know what I’ve been using

Don’t know what I’ve been losing

Don't know what I've been doing

I hate all the things you want

I hate all the things you bought

I hate all the air in my room

I’m the only one I know

I’m not ashamed or proud of it

May 13 was a new moon

New moon