there's this song by Fiona Apple

called Parting Gift and you looked at me the
way he looked at her with  h u n g r y  eyes
and an anxious tongue, you a l m o s t made
beer smell good, a bitter rush of   wind  and
sweet malt cologne    b    u   t     this bonfire
is too warm and something doesn't feel right
something never feels right, maybe it was
your 6th beer and noted sobriety, the 7th
before i left and whatever was left in the
truck bed in my absence.