All I can think is how ashamed my uncle would be

If he knew what I was doing, what I'm saying

If he had a glimpse into today

He would know the regrets of tomorrow

He already warned me, but I'm not prone to listening

Especially when I can't see the dangers

I don't know what he would do or say

But I already see the disappointment in his eyes

And that disappointment is all I see

When I close my eyes and feel your fingers

Lingering, teaching me things I didn't use to know

I think of my uncle

How disappointed he would be

In me

How ashamed, of me