The breakroom is deserted but I search it
For my daily dessert
And in cursive on the first lid
In the fridge I read these words
"if you touch this chocolate cake
You'll be fired on the spot
Now please enjoy your break
Thank you sincerly Victor Allen Moss
Aka your boss
The one who writes the checks
The one who does no wrong
And you will miss me you will miss me when I'm gone"
When I was only 15 or maybe 16
My first true love I found
Her name was alyson
She was given a car we drove around
A continental to the airfield
Watched planes fly overhead
We swore in ten years we'd be cowboys
Or in ten years we'd be dead
But that summer she moved south
To the Mississippi mouth
And he quote in that years year book
In a black italic font
Said "you'll miss me, you will miss me when I'm gone"
And in the office up the stairs
I'm now roping rolling chairs
With a la**o made of last weeks neck ties
All at once, I realize
This is not the life I want
So as I write this letter, I feel better
Than I have felt in years
When you read this I'll be in Fort Worth
Roping my first steer
The factory is closed
But please spare me your tears
Pack your things pack them and go
Thank you sincerly victor allen moss
Formerly your boss
The one who wrote the checks
The one who did no wrong
You will miss me now that I am gone
You will miss me
I am gone