I dare ya to actually say a single fucking WORD.

And I give it long enough.  I swear it's poetic.  It really is.  I may not have been able to say the right thing all night long, but my feet obviously have a mind of their own, and they're pretty much running the show.  Excellently, I might add.  I spin around and head to the apartment.  I don't look back.  I don't hear the car taking off either.  And as I make it to my door, fit the key into the lock, go inside and slam the door shut, I don't hear a single fucking word.