Retiring

Another jog through hell, and why are you pacing?

We're not out of the woods

And if this lesson fails, could I pack up and leave?

I wonder if I could

No, I could not ignore

I could not abort

No, I could not afford

To lose what I am owed

To my esteemed colleagues who smiled when they met me

And hoped that I would fail

Forget the kind words told and the complimentaries

All you fucks can go to hell

No, I could not ignore

I could not abort

No, I could not afford

To lose what I am owed

I guess I've known it all

But I could not refuse to go

No, I could not ignore

I could not abort

No, I could not afford

To lose what I am owed

Another jog through hell, and here we are pacing

We burned down the fucking woods

I guess their lesson failed, one target remaining

It's back to Hollywood