I am a colonist, the first man on the moon. I am here alone. I've been here for years but I don't know how I came. I just woke here one day. But I intend to stay. Alone, I can hear my thoughts so loud. I pulled up the American flag, and made myself a tent. I am quite content. 

And I don't need to breathe. I don't need to see anything below. 

I sit here on the edge of the moon and drink my beer and wine. I've left you behind. So I sit here and throw my bottles down, watch them crash on the Earth, small dark far below. My memories, they fade. It's warm here in the shade. 

Alone. 

I am a colonist, but I am here alone. I'm not made of steel. I see the fires below so when you're forced out of your [bad word] here, stay with me. We won't need to breathe, we won't need to see anything below.