Are you angry with me? Angry that I spoke my mind? Angry that I got angry? Angry that I’m the one shouting this time?
Are you angry with the sound of my voice? Angry that I’m the one in the right. And that this night, My voice is the one the neighbours can hear. Are you angry with me? Good, lets both be angry.
Give me another thing to explain to my co-workers, another;
“I walked into a door, whoops.”
Are you fucking angry with me?
You’ve no fucking right to be.
