Текст песни Pile - 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
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.