This is a song about an accomplished older lady who was up for a big promotion (recently), and was passed up for that promotion in favor of an incompetent white man.

After that, she took some time to herself (understandably), enjoyed time with her family, took walks in the woods... and people followed her out into the woods. Not sure why.

I wondered what her obligation was in a moment like that, and so I wrote this song.

lyrics

Carry on with your business
There is nothing to see
You must be pretty desperate if you've come out lookin' for me

You regret how we parted
It is well understood
Now, please leave me to sip on my wine & to wander the woods

Didn't I go where you sent me?
Didn't I meet your demands?
Didn't I answer your questions?
Didn't I shake all your hands?

Didn't I do the best I can?
Wasn't I better than any man?
Wasn't I cool & collected when all of the ♥♥♥♥ hit the fan?
Wasn't I cool?
Wasn't I?

You ask how I am doing
I assure you I'm fine
Just another man helping himself to what's rightfully mine

Did you say I look tired?
I'm not tired at all
I was trying to shatter a ceiling while he built a wall

Didn't I check all the boxes?
Didn't I follow routine?
Didn't I travel the high road?
Never was petty or mean

And did I run a clean campaign?
Did I inform and entertain?
Did I let down my guard ‘cause my rival had half of a brain?
Did I let down?
Didn't I?

All my credentials didn't matter
All my service & nobody cares
They tried to purchase the world on a platter
Phoned in some favors and now it is theirs

You know it brings me no joy
To see you in this hole
So much a man will destroy
just to feel in control
so goodbye
look out below, I’m going high

I know you want your closure
'Cause the future's unclear
I feel no obligation to tell you what you want to hear

Would you like me to save you?
Would you like me to quit?
Or would you prefer it if I taught myself how to knit [♥♥♥♥ no]

Couldn’t you mind your own business?
Couldn’t you just leave me be?
You brought this all on yourselves, gang
Don’t try to pin it on me?

Couldn’t I peacefully retire
Into the hills I so admire?
Couldn’t I serve up the tea while he sets his whole party on fire?
Couldn’t I serve?
Couldn’t I?