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.
