She stormed into the break room
The hottest piece of *** at the job
She was crying into her phone
"Why you gotta be like this?!...
Your so ****** up!...
But I love you!...
Oh my gawd, why?!"
She buried her wet swollen eyes
Into her hands
Then sobbed uncontrollably
I could here the guy on the phone
He was crying harder than she was
He could hardly speak
I pretended not to notice
Took a bite out of my granny smith
Put my feet up on a chair
And thought
This is the best kind of apple
My favorite apple
And it was real sour
Just the way I like it
I was happy