Lyric

I wore the suit well — let's be honest, better than most

Knew every name in every room from Tokyo to the coast

Signed the deals that needed signing, read the silence, read the tells

Learned the art of making men feel heard while ringing all their bells

It was good work. I was good at it. I'm not pretending otherwise

But a man who only plays one game eventually gets wise

I'm not walking out — I'm moving on to the next table

The wine's better there and the conversation's more able

No hard feelings — this place made me sharp

But I was always going to end up playing a bigger part

This society runs on a beautiful, suffocating lie —

That the man who never deviates is the man who gets to fly

I've watched the faithful climbers reach the floor just above mine

Gripping the same railing, drinking the same sh*t

Conformity's a slow drug — comfortable, I'll give it that

But I've never been the kind of man who's happy wearing someone else's hat

I'm not walking out — I'm moving on to the next table

The wine's better there and the conversation's more able

No hard feelings — this place made me sharp

But I was always going to end up playing a bigger part

The rules here were written by men who needed the rules

I respect that. Genuinely

But some of us were built for open water

And a harbor, no matter how fine, is still just a harbor

So I'll take my Rolodex, my instincts, and my taste

And find the kind of room that doesn't put them all to waste

I've already got the reservation. Already know the host

The only thing I'm leaving here is the version of myself that learned to coast