Words spill from your mouth
That I can't even register
Just a soft buzzing in my ear
Like the locusts from Egypt
Coming over the horizon
I think you're mad
Actually from the way your face
Is screwed up
I can tell that you're livid
I'm starting to think you hate me
And if the way you're packing up
Like you're getting ready for a
Mass exodus is any indication
I think I'm right            
I still can't hear you as you walk away
I lean over and pick up the beer
You smacked from my hand
There's still some more in there
I'm so glad     
The door slams shut                        
It's quiet and I can finally hear
The last words you'll ever say to me 
"I hope you drink yourself to death"     
We finally agree on something