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
somewabefupanudin’
I hate all the things I want
I hate all the things I 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.