As I reach into the fridge I Hear a door slam behind me It was you, pissy yet somehow smiling That ****** looking grin you constantly had You always looked like that I pull out a beer, and set an extra one out for you Busch Light, of course Storming into my kitchen, I can smell your perfume Worn away with the cigarette smoke emanating from your body I can practically taste it I watch you as you lazily lay your jacket on the floor Or throw it, as normal people would say You always did that I started for the bathroom, as I heard another door Your boyfriend Or as I knew him, your "best friend" He pulls the same routine Smiling his ****** smile Throwing his jacket Smelling of Newport Menthols Just like you, he always did that Me being myself, I ask how his day was Ignoring the already stagnant smell of whiskey on his breath Fine, he says rather aggressively It always was I forget about my trip to the bathroom, and head for the kitchen sink Washing the dishes that you never got to, and watched your reflections in the window I saw smiling, and love, and happiness I always saw that You threw your can on the ground In the disrespecting manor that you treated everything But I was used to it by now You tell about how you were going to hang out with friends You both always did that I said my goodbyes to both you, and your friend As you walked barefoot out of the kitchen I watch you close the door, and come back into my line of sight Through the large windows in the front of our house You exchange a glance You exchange a touch of hands And I say nothi9ng as you kiss in the illuminated darkness of the street I grab my beer, and return back to the kitchen Because that's what I always did And that's why you did that
This is actually written about no one, but I had someone on my mind at the time.