Overheard your conversation. Tonight I'm not satisfied. Sitting here I realize that I always think I'm right. So it's over for all of you. My scenery is lakes and trees I just can't keep all concrete. I've fallen for this metal and I love this handle So it's over for all of you Two round holes cut into this fabric. And I will slide it over my head. I'll chase you for all hours. I never see you make the effort to chase me. Now your final place is this lake. Stare at me now on your way down.