You're slamming glasses in the kitchen,
And I'm drinking water in the living room.
We both know what comes next.
As your blood clots in your veins
And air ceases flowing to your brain.
"You're right. And when I have a heart attack it will be all your fault."
Well it was all my fault.
I heard your head as it fell to the countertop.
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