All the girls are professional by design.
All the men are dogs.
I've been plotting my escape.
Release. Stand down. Withdraw.
I know. I've got that feeling too.
What goals? I'm old. Yeah. Right.
My curious hands made plans for the future.
Now my sad eyes only see the past.
It's a little-known fact that I made a pact
to never, ever let anything last.
I saw you running. I felt your burning hand.
Now I realize. Now I understand.